The train not taken

D’you hear the wail of that train?

It’s a story, which gets lost

further down the winding lane,

right behind the bridge not crossed.

It knows every tear by heart

that stemmed from a breast in sorrow

and like prophets in the dark

set the dewdrops of tomorrow.

Image from Saatchi Art (“Old train” by Netllenka Netllenka)


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