Old Railway's Distant Past
sometimes,
I derail a though
or two,
strayed,
faces and people,
once overlords,
distant pasts,
when blurring,
sets a poem in me,
I was once was a railways,
photographsof younger,
passion as an artists,
my drawn world
we're recollections,
of burst of nostalgia,
beauty as innocence,
we lost today,
alone in times
constant undressing,
these ancient
trains of memories,
places by invitations,
ghostlyaffections,
of smoke's vanishing,
into thin air,
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