Siting on a bus stop .
In a hope
Someone will take me back home
But am not feeling alone
Wether everyone gone.
Here the lights all around
And road if full of traffic sound.
Some people smoking
Some drunk of this evening.
There comes a Car.
There comes a bike
Am so far.
Am on hike.
YOU ARE READING
Macrocosm
PoetryDead part of me write . Dead part of me is a poet . Dead part of me fight . Dead part of me is a boet. Dead part of me fly.. Dead part of me don't lie . Dead part of show . Dead part of me not hide .
