de Anca Horga Up on the railroad trackWatching trains go forth and back,Sound of heavy steel,Scratching wheels,Talk to me about the long journeys I took,Not by myself, but with a book,Doors open, doors closeTo the footsteps of come and go,Conversations of where you're fromAnd where you're heading to,Exchanging beliefs with a warm look. *** Deasupra căii …







