Charlotte wrapped in silver tone.
Sprinkled flashing lights.
As others passed her by.
She's static in a noisy place.
In a half light of electric illumination.
She was beautiful.
A lady of elegance.
Wanted to go and see her nearer.
View her beauty close.
Want to touch her.
She was immense.
Never felt like this about a female form.
She's silent.
Motionless.
So,
Who is the beautiful silver angel.
She,
She is a carriage on an aged steam train.
Parked at the station.
Labelled with her name.
By ladylivvi1

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