A train station old,
decrepit and run-down,
few would visit,
these deserted grounds,
Yet, here in cloak room,
lies a suitcase brand new,
no one know it's origin,
and how it had arrived.
It was placed before dawn,
after the last train was gone,
when the staff discovered,
surprise appearance of luggage.
The station master announced,
checked for address, but not found,
instructed attendees to break keys,
after being left for weeks.
With a long struggle, they unlocked,
surprised to see unaccounted cash,
with letters and photos in envelopes,
addressed to the train station.
"This was my favorite place to visit,
when I was young, an innocent kid,
it pain my heart now, when I see,
the fall of once beautiful scenery."
The station master was puzzled,
opened the photos from the envelope,
each carry old pictures of the site,
with various shops, bench and trees.
"The money here, my humble offering,
kindly repair and restore the settings,
so, the townsfolk could also revisit,
the memories attached with it."
The mystery was solved,
yet, the owner inscrutable,
but everyone is pleased,
caring for their treasured station...
With renewed spirits!
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