The Passenger

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A passenger in the train of life sat beside me,

Handed perfumed  roses,

Scents that flew me, to other trains,

Sceneries that witnessed the eyes,

O'hh How much Can Words Describe?

The blue gardens,

The palms that swing in the deserts,

Coloured birds, that fly over,

Skies I've never seen,

that I gripped in the palms of my hands.

I quickened my urge to grasp those roses,

O' and I wish I held my restlessness,

Bitter thorns that  bled my fists,

Poisons of a forbidden love,

is streaming within my veins,

I've loved the passenger,

leaving on the next stop,

How could you?

O' how could you?

Everything around me, reminds me of you,

Even my smiles have something towards you,

Where are you darling?

O' how much do I miss you?

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