Cars
Stiller night alone
when the roar of cars waves crash crashing
into my room.
Cars, I wonder. Where, why,
thousand stories, one for each car.
I see a story for everyone,
solitude becomes loneliness
and I want to know my where, why,
know my own story.
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in thought. perhaps not deep, but definitely above ankle-level.
1 comment:
You need to blog more often! :p
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