The world passes
by
beyond the
window,
beyond the
unlooking glass.
Transported by
thought,
its wheels silent
as snow,
for this moment
you travel a
parallel universe
of possibilities.
The return ticket
weighs heavy in
your hand.
this is day 17 of January's daily 'small stone' -
for the others visit my other blog: a river of small stones.blog
for the others visit my other blog: a river of small stones.blog
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