The Train Station

I want to paint- the tears dripping down on mother’s faces, the children’s suitcases full of memories and the train breathing out steam filling my lungs with heat and anxiety.

I want to paint- my sweaty palms as wet as the sea, the shivers sailing across my body and the sound of the train rattling.

I want to paint the- the taste of my salty tears, the labels on children and the driver shouting “All aboard?”

I want to paint- the fancy interior on the train, the butterflies in my stomach and the beginning of an adventure.

I want to paint my mother smiling like spring

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