Wednesday 26 November 2014

Thoughts

Sitting alone
And looking out of the window
While the bus moves forward
And the roads slips like a carpet
Wind touches like velvel
my skin
And the trees cross
Move backwards
And the thoughts are far away
Beyond the scenery
And the world
In that single moment
When thousand thoughts are there
And they stare back and glare!

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