We are always
a goodbye
and we can
do not know us
it was a greeting
or a kiss
right in the mind
or the heart
its deepest reason
And being
On the windows
drives the landscape
on the trains
past and present
sometimes streaks
it is farewell
or want
an eye a
at the Great mind
at the reflection
in the shadow of
passing
Trees
digs throughout
deep into the
own soul
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