I am on a train,
on my way to happiness,
beautiful rivers and gardens of amber,
they await,for me.
Chambers of blind stillness,
chords of timber,in motion,
I look for mystery,
even in the bark of a tree.
Mystique mists,wallowing
in the early morn,spring of change,
drops of dew, drip down my spine,
sending shivers almost orgasmic.
I want nothingness, to dwell.
to see the little stream, twinkle,
the stars and the mighty sun shimmer,
oh,momentary sweetness.
The humble brown soil,
carries the willowy tree,
it waves it's hallowed arms,
embracing me,in wilderness still.
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