INSPIRATION: a travel poem by edna st. vincent millay and a picture from pinterest.
travel
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the railroad track is miles away,
and the day is loud with voices speaking,
yet there isn't a train goes by all day
but i hear its whistle shrieking.
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the railroad track is miles away,
and the day is loud with voices speaking,
yet there isn't a train goes by all day
but i hear its whistle shrieking.
all night there isn't a train goes by,
though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
but i see its cinders red on the sky,
and hear its engine steaming.
though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
but i see its cinders red on the sky,
and hear its engine steaming.
my heart is warm with friends i make,
and better friends i'll not be knowing;
yet there isn't a train i'd rather take,
no matter where it's going.
and better friends i'll not be knowing;
yet there isn't a train i'd rather take,
no matter where it's going.
(poem source)
(image via amy zimmerman via imgfave.com)