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The sound of a train departing,
halted my world from turning.

I wondered if,
on a spur of the moment, will i be
brave enough? have the courage to
buy a ticket to an unknown destination?
leave without a suitcase? without a plan?
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would i be ready for some other life?
away from my known zone?
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w­ould i dare step onto the platform?
and enter the train?
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a cacophony of doubts, and a small
voice, were all swallowed by the
loud noise of the train engine,
that faded into the clouds and sky,
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while wet clothes waited to be hung,
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while *** roast fragrantly simmered,
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while the platform lingered on in my mind.
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sally b

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 21, 2022

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