Falling Asleep on a Train in November
I sit inside and
Let the world hurry by.
Colorful autumn trees
Contrast the gloomy sky
The blur becomes a spectrum
Of red, yellow, grey and green.
I let the world hurry by,
Though I sit idly, window-side.
And the whole entire scene
Becomes a color-chromatic dream
On the inside of my somber eyes…
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Jamargolis
I am 24 years old and enjoy writing in my spare time. It is a great way in my opinion to get out thoughts that I have trouble expressing through speaking. Most of my poems are about me or my life experiences, but I also like to write some fantastical poems as well when I am feeling a bit more creative. I am usually pretty shy about what I like to share and write mainly for myself so using this website is the first time I have decided to share in a more public way.
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