The morning train left a while ago
You and I are sitting at the station — and two crows
In the morning, the crow bathes in frozen water.
The cleaner walks away with a wiper
Rushing to work before the passengers arrive;
The two have not touched the ground for a long time
I haven't seen the morning for a long time
You hold my hand tenderly
We are both very safe
Face to face near the station lap
But how crowded this platform is
Sometimes it's very lonely
Like life and death side by side lines surround the two
Clean nature and push human waste
The speeding train passes by you.
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Loved the analogies you used here! Beautifully written poem!