Thoughts and notes.
by Jary
Waiting for the train
when she comes... the rain!
in the far lands... tunder-storm
waiting on the step... train horn
Points the finger there my home...
I don't want to stay alone
in this stormy weather... bus!
Taking just 2 people - us.
Looking... there's no star no moon
please come visit me at noon
we'll go out, we came home,
next adwenture? We'll make some.