Upon the tracks, a train does glide,
Through landscapes vast, with passengers inside.
It mirrors life, this rhythmic ride,
In motion, we find our hearts collide.
The wheels, they turn, like days that pass,
Each moment fleeting, like shadows cast.
With destinations unknown, we amass,
Experiences cherished, memories amassed.
From city to countryside, it roams,
A journey of souls, a tapestry of homes.
In every carriage, a story of its own,
In every heart, a seed of dreams sown.
Through tunnels dark and bridges high,
We chase horizons beneath the sky.
For life’s a train that won’t stand by,
It’s in the movement, we learn to fly.
So, let us cherish this train of time,
Embrace the journey, the rhythm, the rhyme.
In its constant motion, we will find,
The essence of life, forever intertwined.
– Jan Balan
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