She Leaves.

And so she vibrates,
tingling the bones of me.
And I sit in awe of her motion,
Then she leaves,
till her sister's destination,
Takes me to my level of arrival.

The train.

22/7/13.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Waiting on the platform as the train vibrates by.

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ladyjewel
thumbs up you can feel the power of a huge piece of metal in motion, it is amazinghug bouquet
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