If melancholy whispered as it left you alone,
Seemingly musical so,
If strands of hair felt pensiveness caress;
Life sees off monotone...
If curvy trails did then smile back,
Grins spread over angles,
And voices rhymed back as they left;
Like bells ringing off ankles...
If tunnels seemed so special though,
As daylight sneaked in through..
Did worried thoughts get long their due,
With answers so very few...
If stations came and stations went,
As burden made its way..
If life could be a steam engine,
There would be no grey.
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