At the station where destiny dances,
A tale of love weaves its way,
The girl with hopeful eyes, she glances,
Yearning for her destined sway.
Their paths converged like train tracks' cross,
In a bustling crowd, silent they stood,
The boy, whispered secrets of love and loss,
Her heart stirred, just as it should.
Rumors sang of this magical place,
A train station, where souls unite,
She believed in the fates' exquisite grace,
And destiny's touch, pure and bright.
Their souls danced like waltzing streams,
A tender connection, unspoken and deep,
A smile, a touch, a love that gleams,
Yet fate, in secret, its secret did keep.
Under moonlit skies, their hearts intertwined,
A love blossoming sweet and rare,
But alas, a cruel twist, all fate assigned,
As the boy vanished into thin air.
No words could capture the girl's despair,
Her soul shattered, her spirit waned,
In tears, she sought him everywhere,
But only emptiness remained.
The train station whispers tales untold,
Of love found, and love that misplaces,
Its magic, a bittersweet story unfolds,
Yet its power leaves unerasable traces.
For the girl, a shadow lingers still,
A memory of the love they'd known,
Though her heart aches, forever filled,
With the love that was hers alone.
So, let us remember their tale with grace,
And the train station's whispered lore,
Of a love that became a fleeting embrace,
But forever it shall ignite hearts to soar.
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Poems that come from the shadows
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