He whimpered in my arms,
against my chest he cried
until his tears dried.
In his hair I whispered
a new day would come.
The rhythm of the train
an almost lullaby.
Around us children slept
Like we should.
The comfort of the dark
Erased the looks on faces,
And dirty clothes.
Once in this life a wish
in me was travelling the world
in trains with views of wide
sunlit valleys, beaches,
overflown with greenblue
waves, home to fish.
Once in this life a wish
in me was to sit there
watching that wonder
with people with love
in their faces,
with food in their hands.
Once in this life
I lived
we lived.
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