Can landscapes heal me? Soothe my soul among these green hills veiled now by fog?
My soul feels so ever heavy and cold,
I am so distant to the happiness I once knew yet I remember golden days not long ago.
And as the train moves away from the heart of Europe to sea and sun,
I recall in bitterness,
That once, you and I were in love.
© Ricardo Otero Córdoba
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