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Nov 2011
And then it started;
the midnight express -
the train that trails paths of smoke
through my mind.

Constant journeys
frequent stops;
window-less cabins filled with
thoughts, smiling, like eager passengers
awaiting a station…

So often they wander
up and down the walkways,
the pathways,
softly crafted with ideas shapes, colours…

Only to find You,
a fellow passenger,
another being on this locomotive
attracted to that seat
occupied by your mind
that glows of nirvana

Welcome aboard..
Written by
Cara Furniss
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