Poem
Abol Froushan
Strangers on a Train
Strangers on a Train
Strangers on a Train
Sliding downon her eye line
Falling from
when she blinks
And getting caught
in a dimple
Then kissing her rhyming lips
I spent a long holiday with
By the sea
In a bed
Then a bar
Alas all this happened
in a conversation I didn't have with
between Victoria and St. James's
In the standing room before her seat
On the District Line
When she was leaving
I thanked her
for a lifetime O
that I had with
© 2017, Abol Froushan
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Strangers on a Train
Sliding downon her eye line
Falling from
when she blinks
And getting caught
in a dimple
Then kissing her rhyming lips
I spent a long holiday with
By the sea
In a bed
Then a bar
Alas all this happened
in a conversation I didn't have with
between Victoria and St. James's
In the standing room before her seat
On the District Line
When she was leaving
I thanked her
for a lifetime O
that I had with
Strangers on a Train
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