Train

Hand

Sometimes someone comes to my door.
And that someone has heard in some distant way, that there is a train leaving for freedom.
And you tell her about it, again and again and again.
And when she leaves, she says: “Yes, I feel something has changed”.
And Gratitude comes whispering in my ear: “She is on the train…”.
And then tears come, and so much more …

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