Our way unfolds beneath a blue sky vast,
A tapestry of moments, fleeting and fast.
Rose clouds at dusk, like a soft, tender blush,
Whisper of beauty in the world’s gentle hush.
Yet problems arise, like stones on the track,
Testing our courage, pulling us back.
The universe watches, so timeless, so old,
As we chase dreams, brave, yet uncontrolled.
The railway hums with secrets untold,
A train of mystery, its stories unfold.
It roars through fields, through shadows, through night,
Guiding our souls toward the infinite light.
Life is so short, a blink on the breeze,
A dance of moments bound to seize.
No time for regrets, no time to despair,
Be happy, my friend, for the journey is rare.
The horizon calls, the future unclear,
Yet love and wonder are always near.
Under the blue sky and rose-hued dome,
This train of mystery will carry us home.
Yet
© Copyright: Сергей Графов, 2025
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