Winter

A student of love takes the train to visit the last of tomorrow’s rain. A rusted locomotive steams between the undulated mountains that grow greener by the passing whisper of her name. Flooding the country with sorrow’s rain she struggles to hold her head up high. She ponders the collision of eternity and happiness as she imprints the wet earth with her bare feet. A weeping willow reaches its roots to meet her bubbly toes. The moon’s rays slant through the tree knocking gently on her eyelids to color the winter of her discontent.

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Chester Delagneau


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