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With the serene calmness
of passing through
the lush green fields,
and old quiet cottages,
my heart wanders back in time
when mind was light
and pockets lighter,
joy of just being at a place,
made me glow brighter.

As the train rushes
damp villages glide by,
I wont recall the cottage
nor the pond or the tree
but I will soak in the view
filled with slow tranquility.

— The End —