🚂💚

She sits against the window,
her head resting on the cold pane,
and her cocoa eyes, looking at
the droplets of rain.
The engine starts, her luggage gently placed.
Lost in thoughts, her heart on a race.

Leaving off she is, to a faraway place,
leaving her home, her childhood behind.
Her eyes 🤎 holding the past,
The streets where she played, the home she loved, now fading behind.
As she's moving on, with winds. 🍃

Change is the heartbeat of life,
constant and sure.
It shapes us, molds us, makes us endure.
Change is like a river, the flowing ones...