Hills

When the train chugged off it felt lonesome
Curtains, dimly lit place and a book
All of it felt like finally having some personal time
The hills were calling with their mist and delight
Sipping a nice hot coffee, listening to the winds howl and watching the clouds pass by in the greens
How I wish I could stay here disconnected but still in touch
Leaving everything behind
The cold drizzles of the rain in this cold weather could turn anyone into a poet
While I sit quietly noticing life go by
Just serene just pure

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