Day 2433, point in the distance.

Daily picture, Poetry

One of my memories
from when I was young
was that I liked to go to the last wagon on the train
and look through the window
at the track passing by
from underneath my feet
and seeing it disappear in the distance 
on the rhythm of all the sounds

like the track
history seems to end also
in a point far way
but in silence

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