Last Train After Midnight
The train is almost here
In the stillness of the night,
When the moon casts its gentle light,
A train rumbles in the distance,
Promising a journey of quiet persistence.
Last train after midnight, it arrives,
With a symphony of wheels and sighs,
Passengers gather, their stories untold,
Seeking solace in the night’s fold.
Each soul carries their burdens deep,
Secrets they can no longer keep,
They step on board with weary hearts,
In search of a destination where healing starts.
The train pulls away, leaving behind,
A world asleep, a forgotten grind,
Through the darkness it glides,
With a silent grace that gently guides.
Inside the carriage, shadows dance,
As the train ventures into a mystical trance,
Whispers of dreams and hopes unite,
In this sanctuary that embraces the night.
The rhythm of the tracks echoes through,
As the train carries its precious crew,
Each passenger aching to find,
A moment of solace, a love undefined.
Lost souls seeking a flicker of light,
In the obscurity of the midnight,
They yearn for connection, a tender touch,
To mend the wounds that hurt so much.
As the train races through the night,
Destinations shrouded in moonlight,
The passengers find solace in one another,
Their shared experiences, a bond to uncover.
They share their stories, fears, and dreams,
Unburdening their hearts in whispered streams,
Finding strength in their vulnerability,
United in their quest for tranquility.
Last train after midnight, it weaves,
Through valleys, forests, and starry eaves,
Carrying the weight of shattered dreams,
Onward it travels, stitching love’s seams.
At each station, some souls depart,
With newfound hope in their heart,
Others stay aboard, reluctant to leave,
Their journey of healing, they still believe.
The train slows its pace, nearing the end,
A destination where broken hearts mend,
Passengers step off, their spirits renewed,
Their burdens lighter, their strength accrued.
Last train after midnight, it fades,
Melting into the darkness, its serenade,
But the stories shared, the love embraced,
Forever linger in the hearts that faced.
For in the depths of that midnight train,
Lies a sanctuary for the broken and the pained,
A reminder that in the darkest night,
Hope and healing are within our sight.
So, let the last train after midnight be,
A symbol of resilience and possibility,
A beacon in the darkness, guiding the way,
To a brighter dawn and a brand-new day.
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