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I walked down the hills and came to a lonely station..covered with misty fog..a dimmy light on the shaded platform..a half slept stationmaster..the brushing wind..far across I could see the fragmented ruins..like an untouched fantasy..the shadows of past lingered on..as if this is indeed heaven..but at that time came the whistle of train and I stepped in..to life..

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LightH2O
Wow! ...love this write... from dreams to reality.
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RAJ NANDY
The last sentence brings us back to this damn materialistic world unsuited for appreciating such poetic feelings ! -Raj
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