I stood outside the train station waiting for the train to come. A gust of wind blew past me as the train arrived. Thoughts of leaving home clouded my mind as I entered the train. Aisles as empty as my heart. I'm the only person in the train besides the conductor. I slowly made my way towards the seat in the back right next to the window. I
sat on a cold seat
ready to leave for a place
hand on the window
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Poetry
Poetry❝Poetry (n.) - literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.❞ Copyright © 2017 by Ara Bae.
