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Andrea Pagliaro: In the mist at Ballan

Andrea Pagliaro

Dec 01 2016

1 mins

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 remained a faint perfume,

Perhaps an echo,

An echo of a gentle laugh;

And in the mist I shivered

As cold lips just faintly touched me.

 

Andrea Pagliaro

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