Subways and Emotions .
Blankets are hanging around filled with people .
The grey wind talks in a little corner .
Whispering .
From time to time he is laughing .
The twilight is too slow to move quick
My eyes are opened wide.
While I am sitting beside,
I can feel his restlesness .
Waiting for a train covered with noise.
Fixed to this place for ages,
he wants to move around again .
Dusty .. rusty .. grey .
Grey means walking into dark.
Not a very long way.
Earthquakes and dark nights
His long coat will follow him,
clean roads left behind .
While the rain is falling down,
waterdrops are dancing on umbrellas and faces .
Water will clean the air and clear the dust .
The grey wind may get soddened.
Irritations will follow every step
Do you feel that silence of a single drop fallen from high above ?
A story, that is not told, yet
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