Outside the train’s window,
The world moves away in a blur-
The trees,
the patch of green fields,
The cauliflower shaped cloud,
The huts-
Everything slips away,
Like the grains of sand passing
Through the pores in the fingers.
Inside the train they sit.
Face to face and
try to recapture
and bring back time,
That had run away from them.
They bind the time in chains
of their words,
Lest it slips away again.
this & that
Random views and musings with a sprinkling of idiocy
Life, the universe and everything, Britta-style
by Britta Benson
Photographer & Travelogue Writer
the magic begins the moment you start being yourself
Not only fiction - an avid non-fiction reader too.
random thoughts
... a beautiful life
Tripping the world, slowly
A blog to inspire the insecure writer in all of us
Explore.Create.Inspire.Learn.Laugh.Live
suffering sappho!!!
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
An Open Mic & Poetry Show
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