Waiting at train stops
Watching trains wisp by in a blur
I can see their faces
Wishing one of them were mine
.
A black bird sings
Singing a lonely tune
Reaching out to me
Asking me to fly away
.
I close my eyes
Thinking of long forgotten roads
Roads that have fallen off maps
Waiting to be found
.
Silence jolts me from my thoughts
The train is no longer to be seen
Only the yearning remains
The black bird has flown away
.
Originally posted July 3, 2015
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“I can see their faces
Wishing one of them were mine”
Thats how I feel when I’m waiting for the trolley to go home… 🙂 ♡
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Travel and adventure calls out to me often. Just need to make the time to explore…
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I understand completely
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Your writings speak to me Tosh… Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thanks, Diwata! I appreciate it!
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really nice, Tosh
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Thanks, Monica. Travel and exploring the world is an amazing experience. The desire to travel is hard to shake sometimes….
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“Roads that have fallen off maps”
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I can feel this one. Love the inclusion of the black bird.
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“Roads that have fallen off maps
Waiting to be found”
This gave me goosebumps
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The thought of wandering and exploring appeals to me…
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