"The street is fascinating ,
Never asking no questions."
And the cars pass by
Paved path welcoming
Littered a tad bit , "run fast on me ,
Your destination awaits."
The trees ,
Looking down ; interest in their eyes ,
Swaying ; to the gracious wind's tune
ruffling their leaves playfully
And the people walk by ,
Scurrying , each one hugging their life dearly ,
Brown ,white — sunlight kissing their skin timidly,
A kid , a widow , mid-aged man , a crying teen -
rooted from various regions, not even sharing one religion ,
All different ,
And yet -
All equal to the street.
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Nirvana
PoetryShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
