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On A Solitary Platform
On A Solitary Platform
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The mist hovers below the eyes,
As shrillness sets in the air.
A quiet dawn where sun still sleeps.
Foggy and cold all along the horizon,
The thickness of cold surrounds everywhere.
Far away a sound appears in
The form of a train whistle.
The yellow light mixes up with the fog,
As it hurries past in front of me.
The crystal clear tracks stark,
at a solitary platform.
