Falling Asleep on a Train in November
I sit inside and
Let the world hurry by.
Colorful autumn trees
Contrast the gloomy sky
The blur becomes a spectrum
Of red, yellow, grey and green.
I let the world hurry by,
Though I sit idly, window-side.
And the whole entire scene
Becomes a color-chromatic dream
On the inside of my somber eyes…
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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