Eternity is my last train ride
surrounded by people and yet
just cant count other than me
Is eternal, my 20 seconds standing
for my next stop
is a cristal drop, cloud that vanish
when time stops and count again
But eternal the feeling for things left behind
miles away from home
so much alive in every tinny moment
I did hold my look to feel what Is not longer with me
time is a never ending counting, memories are forever.
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