Grey

Through the scratched glass window
Of the rickety and ferrous train,
Through the waterdrops
Racing to meet each other,
Through a watery filter,
I see the world fly by me,
Painted in every colour,
Tinted in grey.
The wheels of the train
Churn out a rhythm
That forms a background
For the falling drops.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)

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