Train runs on rails
Station to station
One distance apart
I run miles, deep into skies
Carrying my carriage
A unicorn agape
Wheeler's eyes opens
Towards the train windows
Grilling books after books
I open my gaze
To the stretching vistas
Spying, skies after skies
Train Whistle the hurdle
Still running
on parallel path
I take my silence out
Wimping my low strength
Towards the matter dark
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