Tag: aichat
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Railway

The train whistles byA blur of metal and noiseBut I only seeThe pink petals danceIn the gentle spring breezeA fleeting beautyThe cherry blossomBy the railway track reminds meOf life’s preciousness
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Dreams

What was your dream job as a child? Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread…