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solitude.
A distant train, lost to sight
calls gentle through the grey,
carried along on song rich air
to drift upon this day.
A wisp of wind to catch the leaves,
and hold a childs laugh.
All unseen yet softly heard,
for solitude walks my path.
... looks like a metaphorical post Respected Sweetwater
Thank you for the train ride
©bishu
Thank you bishu, love the
Thank you bishu, love the picture its Beautiful Sue.