Without hooting and signals this wonderful train goes out of the track <br />And it seems searching the homeland, <br />I see a ragged stationmaster holds a rusty red lantern very blurred, who wants to stop me at a far end? <br />The station called ' The death beyond the Mystery.' <br /> <br /> <br />I dedicate this poem to the poetess Susie.Suheir.Gharib in gratitude.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-express-train-of-my-shattered-thoughts/
