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The Slow Train...

The train was slow
Like it didnt want to go
Rather than moving
It was like floating
In a swaying boat
On calm water

There was nothing to talk
Rather there were no thoughts
The hearts were full
And the minds stilled

I had my hand
Along the top of the seat
You were leaning on me
With your head resting
On my left shoulder

Coconut trees
And those big rocks
Bathing in sea spray
All were floating by

The waves waving to us
Running towards us....
Jumping over the rocks...

When you looked up
I was already
Looking down
We both knew
What was to come.....!

by Rowving Smith

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