Hasty for a train

Hasty for a train

I see angels
fall from the sky,
stuck on branches
like fruits from Why.

Caught on a bad day,
surprised by a fool
who likes to trod
on petals' spread

the christals crack
like frozen pain,
a sigh, last cry,
a mud-clodded phantom

moves hasty for a train
-that always comes
too late to be caught-
passes by, bye..... 27-09-2010 Madrason

poem by Madrason writer
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