Took a train-ride into Boston that inspired me to move.
Saw the landscape through the tree-line full of beauty and soft bloom.
Colors rich in reds and yellows, orange browns on green soft hills.
What an eyesight to behold my vision ~ thirsty, hungry for a thrill.
It reminded me that bridges are the crossings of the bold,
always timeless, always reaching through the passage and the old.
Farms and buildings made of bricks laid across the rails unraveled.
And with beauty and cloaked magic made me feel the dance of travel.
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