Take me out in darkness
Where the only light is black
Like a railway platform leading
To the forms that end the track
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Let endless trains of thinking
Pass, ghostly, through the night
And cease their whistling thunder
In a silence turning bright
⦿
Let what I am-not die there
On the empty, singing rails
As sleepers are run over
As tickets blown in gales
⦿
Within St Stephen’s radiance
Let me feel the tingling dawn
And pay my all to face it
At the station of St John
⦿
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Steve writes amazing poetry, Sue. You are definitely the Amazing three S’s.
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This really reaches out . Robbie is correct about the Amazing three S’s.
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