Time is restless train,
the more you travel,
the more it irritates
your senses, you see
the changing views of
nature, trees, fields
with wheat and corn,
sunflowers and memories,
Time is restless train,
until you go to the end
you forget what was your aim,
you forget what rest from you,
in which fast wagon you are
how long time did you travel?
who you are and where do you go?
Finally is all the same,
the train is heading to the
last station of endless lake.
- nour -
June-013
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
Time is restless train,
the more you travel,
the more it irritates
your senses, you see
the changing views of
nature, trees, fields
with wheat and corn,
sunflowers and memories,
Time is restless train,
until you go to the end
you forget what was your aim,
you forget what rest from you,
in which fast wagon you are
how long time did you travel?
who you are and where do you go?
Finally is all the same,
the train is heading to the
last station of endless lake.
- nour -
June-013
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