Your last journey
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the last time we met , you were already absent
your eyes seemed not to be there anymore
and whatever we said, is already forgotten
the train was all steamed up and ready to go
the man with no face blew his definite whistle,
no sound is so rotten, no image so cruel
the rain joined the absolute grey of the mourning
and the cold wind that blew
on that last Winters day
took your last breath away
and it silenced your heart
nothing so sad than watching this train slowly start
the last time we met , you were already dying, dear friend,
to have known you and seen you before your last journey
to have known you at all, till the end, I’m glad
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