Impossible to forget
Stopping at a forbidden station
On the express
The heat was high
And had begun as with summer, Hot
The steam from the train
Was thick like the heat waves
Silence
The platforms emptiness
No-one, nowhere
Just a single sign
With the platforms name
Trees
Some animals and hay
But one bird sang
With the memory of many more
Hidden, off in the distance
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