Her feet are planted
in the field
empty
broken stalks
litter
the land
She stands
her faded blue dress
ripples
in the soft wind
the sun is bright
and she squints
The train cars glint
as they rush
speed
whistle by
on the worn trestles
that creak
Gone in a blink
closing her eyes
and the train
isn't gone yet
she wishes
she dreams
Nothing has to be as it seems
with closed eyes
she doesn't have
to return
to the small, simple
farmhouse
that small, simple
life
I don't know why, but reading this makes me feel really good. I know that the tone is actually a lot more melancholy and sad, but there's something comforting about it, like somehow I can return to that small, simple life, even though no one else wants to.
ReplyDeleteThere is something so beautiful about simplicity. It allows for greater escapism and immersion. So soothing, thank you for sharing.
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