Poetry

Andrea Pagliaro: In the mist at Ballan

In the mist at Ballan   She said that she would meet me there Right on the station platform. My train drew in I looked out through the window, And there in all the mist There sweet faced she stood Wrapped against the cold Right there, right opposite.   As I jumped down from the train She smiled, she smiled so kindly But as I moved towards her Not seven paces distant She faded into whiteness There before my eyes.   The train gave out a mournful hoot Its windows well alight But nowhere could I see her, There just…

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