Train of Youth
In the vastness of space, far above the pure strings of sorrow, shines a light. Naive eyes gaze forever deep into the bleekness. Until they see their dreams melt before them. The twinkling hope of tomorrow shall shine forever full down below. The gentle hum of shadows surrounds these eyes. The abstractness they see, lies below the silent streaks of destiny. As they change from morn to joy. Below lies the streets of hope. All that is past, is forgotten. These streets are filled with the memories of those we love. Their tragic stories scream to us, saying that tomorrow shall be better. As the silent stars sail serenely by, reaching their destiny. These streets are never ending. The train that travels them circles through time forever. The lost souls rise up to meet the purple dawn. To see through to eyes of youth is a precious thing. Life is vast, neverending, through naive eyes. As the streets of hope wind on, never to pause. We will all catch the train, as it sails through time and space on a neverending journey.
-Jenni Kirby
*Author's Note*
Always believe that tomorrow will surely come, and that the happiness that shines above will not die. Always follow your dreams, with an open heart and mind.
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