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The train in silent majesty
Easing along till it ceased
Settling in by the window
I await the visual feast

The train beginning to rumble
Cantering gently into its stride
The scene begins to emerge
Carved in two by the tracks divide

In the distance a settled picture
Rippling clouds in a perfect blue
Unlike the immediate chaos
Blighting a bountiful view

Deciphering what’s before me
In honesty more an attempt
Cocooned in the blur of colour
My senses begin to relent

Daydreaming I begin to wonder
Awaiting the journeys end
The train begins to slow
Yet this stop I must transcend

The beauty of this place
Enveloped me in a breath
Stealing the air from within me
So enticing in it’s undress

At once tranquil and exciting
The doors open to reveal more
Crumbling fast I want to wander
So powerful is the rapport

Alas I remain seated
Eyes down to stay calm
This is not my destination
I play with the ticket in my palm