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I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see

Haunting the train,
Lingering with our big round pupils,
Watching a wondrous red sky,
The sun moves at a fast pace,
Slowly burning out still the blood is bright.
For a moment I can’t contemplate what’s real,
The clouds look like a Sahara desert with-
pyramids nuzzled in the backdrop,
The warm glow gets brighter,
My eyes glazed turn with calmly hands
Trying to see only a setting sun.
As hard as it is, the skies form a picture,
I try to look away but its brimming with beauty,
Though more alive then disturbed -
To whiteness a transformation.
Glad to be alive
And feel the transformation.

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