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Eyelash

You could cry
There is so much beauty
Contained in the single eye lash
Fallen astray onto a Dainty face
Absentmindedly brushed away
One day
Hoping for a
Way out of this earthly mess
No one stopped to notice
The melancholy consumed
In a single glance
What makes us wish for more?
What makes any of this special?
There is a train which sounds
Alone in the night
Underneath a polluted sky
Corrupted
You cry for it
For anything
Please, innocent eyelashes
Icy as the river beneath my window
In desolate February air
Open windows sooth a disquieted mind
Only temporarily
Dark and delirious and in a daze
Let me feel something