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This is how we get away with life with people with dreams and desires. But I will add a poem to Petya Dubarova – Train. A very talented Bulgarian child, ending his life at the age of 18.
How do I want to be a small light train, more colorful than the wings of a kite. Feel in my light running that the sun in my rhythm is hidden. Be my station sun sign,from thousands of eyes blessed.Running against the wind, but again to return my dream green there. How I want to be a small light train.Then I would give the direction to someone. Sparks born in flight of the rails. And its colorful power. Why am I not a good midnight train ?!Then I would give everyone a deal return. But I would take it again on the rails of her joy white. 11.2.1977
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What a beautiful scene. Love the clouds. Perfect shot.
Very nice view, I love train journeys