From the fading colors
of her suitcase ..
one could tell
she must have been
waiting there for a while
She sat down there
waiting for a train that
seemed to never arrive
poking at her pocket watch
from time to time
puffing sighs which seemed
like drawings in the air
Sitting there so proudly
her sharp deep brown eyes
fixed on the track as if
deeply into some thought
as if going over memories
The far away sound of
the train could be heard
she got into the train
which then moved on to
some destination behind the fog
By aurumium
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