Hasty for a train
Hasty for a train
I see angels
fall from the sky,
stuck on branches
like fruits from Why.
Caught on a bad day,
surprised by a fool
who likes to trod
on petals' spread
the christals crack
like frozen pain,
a sigh, last cry,
a mud-clodded phantom
moves hasty for a train
-that always comes
too late to be caught-
passes by, bye..... 27-09-2010 Madrason
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