It is quiet.
The chuckling of truck and carriage,
a silent spectre of another time,
a ghosted memory
smoked into the brickwork.
It is quiet.
The straining of push and pull
skidding steel, the laughter of steam
and the scythe of piston
distant for the while.
It is quiet
in the waiting.
1 comment:
It sounds very peaceful...
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