Poem: Like a Roaring Train at Midnight

The night is no longer nice,
Yesterday has passed by,
And summer is too hot
Against your body on cool sheets.
And he understands the desire
Of how much you’ve transformed.
Bright lights have burned out,
Can’t see the curved tracks,
The sea ice disappeared during the melting,
And night revolves in one direction, is cold,
Like the earth wearing a scarf.

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