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When the weary twilight, slithers into early dusk,
Shading every object of daylight, as its task.
Wraps the active life into its slumber dreams,
Cozy and still, travels the sleep like a gentle stream.
In midnight hours, She awakens me sudden,
While, She travels endlessly, through the starry tunnel.
Sweeping, rumbling sound, makes She, throughout her journey,
Every square lightened, travelers carrying their destiny.
On steel wheels, speeding desires and thoughts, sorrows and pain,
Knows not souls, the solutions in the lifeless train.
As the depth of darkness, touches the early dawn,
Will the destined, reach their desired lawn?
For the lifeless reaches them to their destination,
No hope can solve solutions at every station.
Sweet memories of pleasant journey come to an end,
But, the tireless travelers keep traveling without end.
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