The Trains

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

Trains go forward
Whatever it takes
No way is awkward
No time for breaks.

Whether it rains
Or burning sun
No stop for trains
Until it’s done.

Twenty four / seven
All day long
Every season
Singing a song.

It seems the previous lines were too short and vain
Let’s make the rest longer or free you from pain?
That’s the very reason I stop right here
So that you can focus on important, my dear.

Guest Poet

Artur Mukhametshin

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