Greenwaves Forever
Resolving the riddle with no answer.
From halls long lost
Annals and paths
The channels of my mind
Steps tread softly
In the frozen tundra bleak
Your last words repeated
Continuing to echo
Resounding the mystery.
Like miners plumb the depths
They give me no rest.
Searching for an explanation
To the riddle with no answer:
Three trains arrive in the night to collect three identical passengers. But only one train and one passenger ever arrives. The others disappear and no one knows how the single one to make it arrived there.
Perhaps the answer is simply it doesn't matter which train made it because the trains were only ever fitted to hold a single person.
We truly were far from the shallow.
May you find peace in greenwaves.
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Call Me Les
Founding admin at the Vocal Social Society. Editor/Founder of the Vocal Creators Chronicle.
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