![]() Introduction: "Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.” ― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind "Mystery Train" Train I ride, sixteen coaches long Train I ride, sixteen coaches long Well that long black train got my baby and gone Train train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend Train train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend Well it took my baby, but it never will again No, not again Train train, comin' down, down the line Train train, comin' down, down the line Well it's bringin' my baby, 'cause she's mine all, all mine She's mine, all, all mine Train train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend Train train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend Well it took my baby, but it never will again Never will again (Ooh, woah) I miss you sugar.... Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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November 2020
Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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