#1569-Bend

Overwhelming moments,

When breaths,

Can’t be felt.

Colors,

Blending with shadows.

Roads,

Sleeping with a setting sun.

Corners,

Hiding unborn thoughts.

Perfect days,

When silent minds,

Are untroubled by the past,

Staring dead ahead,

Calm and unafraid,

Of what may await,

Around the bend.