HAMLETS PHRASE

Once upon a trail
- a single ticket rail -
putting little dry woods under pot
and just like rain it`s spotting
stations on the spot.There`s caught no creation
with retinas width,
just faces pass by
like ghosts in the night.
Say, did we right,
are´nt we followers
being found sailing
under false colors.
In rhythm of soil
time fades away
like mortal coil
- destination unknown...

-SDD-