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Near the station

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by Raydawg

by Raydawg

Meadows of laughter,

watered by tears of joy and elation,

lie just beyond the train tracks,

and I traverse there ever so often,

and stay for quite a while,

as past doubts that followed me,

turn and show me their backs.

Rivers of time clank and clatter,

flowing so near the station,

fish can jump out and catch a train of thought, for nobody lacks,

the ability to soften,

and may follow with my eyes for a mile,

and then sit in the shade of a large tree,

to rest overstuffed eyesacks.