Stations by stations the train goes,
All kind of people we'll meet on a random tone,
Like the keys to the piano where they have the same colour and tiles,
But they sound different as they go.
All kind of colours,
Throught the seven spectrum of the rainbow,
Combination and fashion as what they wear,
Trying to suit in as they care,
To become known is what they all swear.
The stations that stops lead to different directions,
But the road still connects to the main,
Wherever you stop to run away,
You'll never be lost as they will always be a way.
Conversations in their native tongue,
Varities of culture and the richness of what it holds,
Secrets that lies in every word,
Understanding will become the key to break the code.
All these thoughts are flowing rich,
Just a glance of a normal passenger in a normal train,
We never know the lessons learn in a normal day way,
There must be a reason to why we still breathe till this day.
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POETRY
PoetryVarious of poems crafted by me and other poets with me for various of occasion. Sometimes we don't know how to express, "let my words become your sentences to express those thoughts"
