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The ground beneath my feet rumbles,
Speaking, of impending arrival.
Shaken off my feet, I lie,
On the ground, I watch,
The slow approaching of a distant train,
My face, wet, from the falling rain.
My heart, it now, palpitates,
Sending elation up my light head.

I sleep, awake, inside the train,
Runs on rusty rails, past broken fences.
And your face ebbs into my consiousness.
Coffee is served, to the last drop I drink,
And never felt this alive, I think.
Gratefully, I kiss your tender hand,
And am reminded of my rebirth,
And the fact that I'll never leave this train of Love.

This is for u, Karen