how to describe an experience in a waiting room of a railway station?
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Great white pillars guard the entrance to the railway which hold hand crafted iron gates, that have been there since the place has been built, now rusting under the attack from rain.
Chaotic noises fill the inside: the quick paced footsteps of travelers searching for their train or train times and the frantic voice of the tannoy alerting people where to go. Ammoungst the myriad of confused people, there stands a frail old lady, her hair a delecate grey colour like when, on a cloudless night, the moon shines upon water
Chaotic noises fill the inside: the quick paced footsteps of travelers searching for their train or train times and the frantic voice of the tannoy alerting people where to go. Ammoungst the myriad of confused people, there stands a frail old lady, her hair a delecate grey colour like when, on a cloudless night, the moon shines upon water
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there is a famous song which u can add if you want
I'm sitting in the Railway Station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of distant lands
My suitcase and Guitar in hand
Every Stop is neatly planned for
A poet and a one man band.....
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"The rustling of carriages on the tracks with previosly loud noises by the people present is taking hold of the air. Cues are fillled in. Trains are coming all then and now and I still gaze at the people going out, though none of them familiar faces, All the platform and their dusty floors are crowded with people most beggars. Rusty Iron pillars every now and then holding the roof of the platform are scaring me that they might fall and the Hallucinations on the platform that are real happenings haunt me, but it doesnn't makes me scared. "
I'm sitting in the Railway Station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of distant lands
My suitcase and Guitar in hand
Every Stop is neatly planned for
A poet and a one man band.....
Anyway,
"The rustling of carriages on the tracks with previosly loud noises by the people present is taking hold of the air. Cues are fillled in. Trains are coming all then and now and I still gaze at the people going out, though none of them familiar faces, All the platform and their dusty floors are crowded with people most beggars. Rusty Iron pillars every now and then holding the roof of the platform are scaring me that they might fall and the Hallucinations on the platform that are real happenings haunt me, but it doesnn't makes me scared. "
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