Romance of the Rails
From departure from Bologna
many things to I remember.
Clouds were pouring down the mountains
like an avalanche of snow
rain was falling on the city
as the train was speeding southward;
I was plagued by memories
of distant troubles, long ago.
Banks of memory furled around me,
curses awfuler than imagined,
I lost all hope of forgetting
grand disasters, long ago.
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