my name is yael.

i own every bell that tolls me.

fast train, where do your passengers wait?
what’s at the heart of your engine’s rage?
to what smooth place at the end of the line,
with crackling fires and quiet plains?
do the trees bend down, fold their limbs round you?
welcome home, faithful one, we forgive you.
slow down fast train, slow down fast train,
take me with you.

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  1. downlikehoney posted this