I packed my bag
and stuffed some clothes
good for a week or two.
A camera for photos,
A book for company.
And pieces of hungry parchments pressed between the leaves
all screaming your name
demanding your scent
and making me restless.
You must be the sound of the train wheels
scraping against the railings
before it ceases.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 3:16 AM UTC
I packed my bag
and stuffed some clothes
good for a week or two.
A camera for photos,
A book for company.
And pieces of hungry parchments pressed between the leaves
all screaming your name
demanding your scent
and making me restless.
You must be the sound of the train wheels
scraping against the railings
before it ceases.
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