Water
weeds growing
Again
and again,
Touch
surface line
With
land, filled with silence.
Electric
wires,
Rail
lines running
Alongside
waters,
Passengers
stare in the window,
Sound
of train breaks loneliness.
That
entire scene
Seems
to know the serendipity,
And nature’s
beauty,
We have
the life, and
Its
measures under the sun.
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