The train rattles down icy tracks 🚆,
Carving through the snowy landscape ❄️, taking me from village to city.
Across from me, a girl sits with a quiet sadness in her eyes 😔,
Her hands tucked in her lap, her thoughts far away.Maybe she's leaving something behind,
Something small, yet significant, like the village lights fading in the distance.
Or maybe she's heading towards something new,
But the weight of winter, of life in Russia 🇷🇺, presses down on her shoulders.She stares out the window, watching the birch trees whip by 🌲,
The snow falling gently against the glass,
Her reflection a ghost in the frosty pane.
I feel her sorrow, her silent yearning,
And I wonder if she sees it in me too.For all the women traveling on these cold, endless trains,
Carrying their dreams and their burdens,
This poem is for you 💫.
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365 Women a Year
PoetryThis poetry collection brings to life the stories of 365 women, each poem representing a day of the year. Through diverse voices and experiences, it explores themes of love, identity, resilience, and freedom. From quiet moments of reflection to bold...