Train To Home

My footsteps,

splashing

in puddles.

.

Running to the train

in the rain and her drizzle.

.

The pavements

and streets

from my village, they know;

I let my thoughts stay in my home beneath the sheets

for tonight

when I return.

.

This evening train

is passing through the rain,

And I’m longing to be home again.

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