POEM
This is Ricardo Moderno's poem. He is from Sao Paulo, Brazil and is currently studying in our hightest level.
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It was snaking down a small hill, through a dark cave carrying along with it a chewing steel sound like the iron being beaten by a thousand workers for the straightness of it.
It was snaking down a small hill with a mysterious red eye so bright and creepy, like the red lights from a distant ship on the ocean, waving up and down and disappearing for moments in between so much water; would bring hope for a sailor swimming alone in the dark.
For one moment all the sound and the images of people around were gone. It was as cold as when love takes over the hearts of casual couples and later vanishes, leaving behind a dozen hopes at a pier that slowly disappears.
The trance passed when the doors had opened. I got in and later I hopped off on 77 street.
J. Ricardo
Level 9
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