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 Google+ (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
