This station all the times was full of trains,
Without being afraid of thunder and of storm.
This station has being always washed by rains
Just hope there every time was there born.
The trains was coming and then going away,
The trains of brightest love and tender hope.
And always was alive dream station's way
Without using any force or dope.
Just one day all rains there were too tired
And station now covered with film of dust.
Already station this was not desired
And its unique desired train became the last.
For now all is empty, all trains fade...
With no audible any voice...
Station is silent and it nothing said
All this definitely is station's choice!
Dream Station
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2015
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