The Last Train Poem by Stephen Brian Brady
The Last Train
the last train to the stars
would leave on time
now a straggling wind
that blows along the line
banks shadows up against a wall
and there they terminally rise and fall
they tangle with the echoings of footsteps
breaking out of ground
and the station clockwhite face
astounded at it all
soon we'll hear the pistons race
somewhere the engine sigh
in corridors uncertain
just watching space drift by
'Soon we'll hear the pistons race somewhere the engine sigh' RAB
An excellent write and a good poem is it, , . Wonderful imageries add its beauty! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:26:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice to hear the sound