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…

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Our world
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