thumps along my mind
that stretches out on the tracks of a station;
seeking a train and see the countryside.
You roll your fingers tired
piano on this cold and relax
free travel outward.
I see the dark eyes of inscrutable thoughts
and commitment to create them in the notes
and the desire to build a road away
and renew the boundless emotion,
makes me snapdragon in the wind.
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