The roar of the steam
locomotive is followed
by a beam of white light
that splits the darkness
for just a second,
and there it is,
a fleeting glimpse of love.
FLEETING LOVE
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The roar of the steam
locomotive is followed
by a beam of white light
that splits the darkness
for just a second,
and there it is,
a fleeting glimpse of love.