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She sits alone, and waits for the sound. Waits for the sound of the train. She looks down, and waits for the feeling. Waits for the feeling of the train. She closes her eyes and waits for the smell. Waits for the smell of the train . The grass is green, and the sky is blue. The birds fill up the sky. She listen, and she sits. She waits for the sound of the train. The tracks are cold, as she sits on them waiting. Waiting for the feeling of the train. The air is warm, with a cold suttle breeze. Waiting for the smell of the train. The whistle blows, and steam fills the air. The train shakes the cold metal tracks. She moves to side, And puts her hand on the tracks. Waiting for the breeze from the train. The train goes by, quicker than it came. The breeze makes her feel alive. That was all she needed, before she left her world. Waiting for her own magic train.
. The sound .
. The feeling .
. The smell .
. The warm air .
. The steaming train .
. The metal tracks .
gothgirl added this comment 2011-02-14 18:47:42-06:00
wow love this!:)
tashrox added this comment 2011-04-05 17:28:57-05:00
AWESOME!
gothgirl added this comment 2011-02-14 18:47:42-06:00
wow love this!:)
tashrox added this comment 2011-04-05 17:28:57-05:00
AWESOME!