Train passing through With the grace of a train whistle, he blew through my station. There was no schedule. I never left the platform. My dreams of flight drifted on smoke far, far away. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
