The Faded Portrait

σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature

2026-08-19 05:49:20 -

The train shudders. You sit still. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs it. You wipe it away. The view returns. Gray fields. Gray sky. Industrial smoke. It hangs low. It stains the light. You look at your hands. They are rough. They are old. You are not old. You are tired. You cross the border. The air changes. It tastes of coal. It tastes of iron. It tastes of home. But home is gone. You are a...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 3 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση