I.
A train ride through the nestled town,
The morning mist lifts ups its veil,
From ordinary to most profound,
Her thoughts a boat that just set sail.
II.
Layers of filth in ditches there,
Is something left shiny beneath?
Above the filth, between the air,
And on her head, a shining wreath.
III.
Endless emotions crossed these tracks,
Attachments bear down so heavy.
She exits, her feet sealing cracks,
The last stop is tranquility.
About Me
- Evan Mantyk
- Evan Mantyk is a poet and writer living in New York. He writes and edits for The Epoch Times, an international newspaper. A poet from an early age, he graduated summa cum laude with a B.A. in English from the University of Michigan. You can buy his book of poetry here: link
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