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A train passed by, weeks later, rain followed the dust, caused through by the saints' rust, now present after a long time, he looked for words to make the wrong ones rhyme, and like that, we saw the copper shine, some men onboard, some on the decline, the one in white said “to retrace the tracks, one must cover the facts, the shoe stay hid inside the muddy rack”, the way to say the truth or not, declined…, huts set up for a few, and some on the terrace rejoiced, the women could stay unclothed and all alone, to laugh at the sublime, only they were the ones or so, the others worked like the men, oft failing to satisfy the rain, as their tears dropped in vain, and never dreaming for a life they'd call pain, or full of shame, for the rocks under their feet, they'd still mock and reject the loyalty; for the women, they laughed, as the queens of royalty, their piece of mockery, and so they were, as the men enjoyed the turmoil, below the road, they stayed glad, never yet mad or at the back, cheering without gain, a prize for the fame, unclothed in shame or happiness in rain. An Afterthought(A question)- "When I went close to him, and pledged him my life, The King and lord of ours”, such was the sight that he did sought, imprisoned by the cage for hours, a war that he seemed to have once fought; “Like the undying shower of rain in the kingdom, was that 'the majesty's claim' of wisdom”. The answer- “And for once, I can thank god, for that everyone who knows me, can for once-a-lifetime say they do owe me, for I allowed this blood of all my friends to flow through my veins and not my hearts and hands, maybe."
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7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
Train Dreams
A train passed by, weeks later, rain followed the dust, caused through by the saints' rust, now present after a long time, he looked for words to make the wrong ones rhyme, and like that, we saw the copper shine, some men onboard, some on the decline, the one in white said “to retrace the tracks, one must cover the facts, the shoe stay hid inside the muddy rack”, the way to say the truth or not, declined…, huts set up for a few, and some on the terrace rejoiced, the women could stay unclothed and all alone, to laugh at the sublime, only they were the ones or so, the others worked like the men, oft failing to satisfy the rain, as their tears dropped in vain, and never dreaming for a life they'd call pain, or full of shame, for the rocks under their feet, they'd still mock and reject the loyalty; for the women, they laughed, as the queens of royalty, their piece of mockery, and so they were, as the men enjoyed the turmoil, below the road, they stayed glad, never yet mad or at the back, cheering without gain, a prize for the fame, unclothed in shame or happiness in rain. An Afterthought(A question)- "When I went close to him, and pledged him my life, The King and lord of ours”, such was the sight that he did sought, imprisoned by the cage for hours, a war that he seemed to have once fought; “Like the undying shower of rain in the kingdom, was that 'the majesty's claim' of wisdom”. The answer- “And for once, I can thank god, for that everyone who knows me, can for once-a-lifetime say they do owe me, for I allowed this blood of all my friends to flow through my veins and not my hearts and hands, maybe."
An poem I'd written last year.
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7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
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