The Train

Tue, 02/16/2021 - 20:26 -- HB Rita

Some people look out the window

While nature transformed in to a dreamland with greens

Some people see the transparent blue sky

covers with clouds

Two sparrows dance with joy

Next to the window where lonely couple are sitting

This is how the train runs everyday

With loads of diversity

Some people take the opportunity to get in

Some lost their way

Sparrows fly out of interest after hunger prevention

Still, The hopeless people wait for the last train.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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