One wintry day, when the world was submerged in snow,
The train whizzed its way without a care,
The quiet trail ahead was met with its wheels grinding on metal rails,
and I welcomed its noise in my wake.
Not that I slept the whole way through,
But when I did, I heard not the train.
The noise, found not, its way
to my head.
A book lay on my lap,
with open pages unread
While my mind envisioned
The snow's beautiful spread
of white chiffon, and a silky ensemble
on landscapes that once breathed life
as you and I do.
Oh, what magnificent vision I imagined
It was as if the clouds above
had thrown about sprinkles of flakes.
and filled the whole land with a beautiful glaze.
Oh, yes, and the story?
I wish I knew what the ending would be like
So I read the words, turned the pages
until at last
I found the story has come to an end.
For what else could I do until I
reached the destination
The train and I were meant to have
on that wintry ride when the snow fell like rain.
-shobana-
Hey all, I have a new book for you to read for free.
The Frenchman and His Lady is free to read on @Inkitt.
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