Early Bronze Age
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something was theresnow softly covering tracks of the white rabbitsound of a gate moaning in the wind
could someone please step in and fix it?It is annoying as I’m trying to sleepthis sound
the flow of cold air escaping through the window frame gapIt is annoying as I’m trying to sleepthis cold
the so hot fire previouslywinding down into ashes, its determined destinyspreading the coldovertaking the heat
entering disturbed unruly sleeptrainIt is annoyingthis sound
the steam engine loud and steamyvibratingpulsating
white smokesoftly covering the trackswhere the train passed
into the eternal fog of cloud tunnels white outwheels slipping up the inclineIt is annoying as I am trying to sleep
Soon the greyness of morning appearsThe snowfall ceasedThe gate is finally quiet
But nowhere I can find trace of tracksSomething was there?