like a ghost train
speeding through the black velvet
of a summer night,
bright lights at the crossroads
gray or sunny days
landscapes and people passing by
cold winds, eyes tearing
cities, streets and feelings
conversations, cries and laughter
someone playing Chopin
scent of blooming jasmine
always different yet still the same
repeating rhythms, colours and patterns
leading to nowhere
making no difference
leaving no trails
ending whenever
started by a chance
my life
different yet the same
as everyone else's
variations of the same theme
coincidences in clusters
Eterne
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