Staring out through the window,
Feeling every whisper of the wind,
The euphony of the train that I heard,
Passing every time across the bridge.
The imprint of the broken houses,
Sometimes a glimpse of the running horses,
And passing by of evanescent trees,
Never could I forget those mellifluous soothing breezes.
After a while it may seem to be the end,
But there's never an end,
Rather, it is the beginning of a new journey,
That's burgeoning through my veins.....
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