🛤️ A Passing Glimpse

puncakbukit (78)in #photography • 9 days ago

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Across the glass, the world streams by, a blur
Of hurried green, where life begins to fade,
The rail lines whisper, tales I cannot cure,
Of every path my wandering feet have strayed.
The fields lie flat, awaiting future yield,
While distant slopes wear crowns of pine so deep,
A tapestry of things I've left concealed,
And promises the passing seasons keep.

　The hill ascends, a silent, watchful host,
　Its forest dense, like secrets held in trust,
　I search the shadows for what matters most,
　A memory freed from time's relentless dust.
　I see the clearings, small and softly set,
　Where humble roofs take shelter from the sky,
　And wonder if the ones I can't forget
　Still walk those acres as the years drift by.

This heavy sky, a coat of iron gray,
Reflects the weight that settles in my heart,
For every mile that carries me away,
Tears one more thread of closeness quite apart.
The wires hang loose above the plantain trees,
Connecting towns that I may never know,
But none can mend the quiet, sharp unease
Of watching beauty quickly come and go.

　I yearn for stillness where the movement ends,
　To step onto that earth and breathe the air,
　To linger where the light so softly bends,
　And find the lost contentment waiting there.
　Though engine's rhythm pulls me ever on,
　I leave a piece of longing near that hill,
　Until the day, from dusk until the dawn,
　I break the journey and my heart stands still.

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