Train Window
POEM11GERMANY
Klara
8/3/20251 min read
Houses hurry backwards.
Fields fold into fields.
A church rises for one second
and disappears.
Inside the train,
everyone sits still,
but outside,
the whole country runs beside us.
POEM11GERMANY
Klara
8/3/20251 min read
Houses hurry backwards.
Fields fold into fields.
A church rises for one second
and disappears.
Inside the train,
everyone sits still,
but outside,
the whole country runs beside us.