#161-Drive
Even on a crowded highway,
Late in the day,
Moments of serenity can be found.
Shoulders slump,
Breathing slows,
And the mind pauses,
From it’s constant run,
To gaze at the slowly setting sun.
Even on a crowded highway,
Late in the day,
Moments of serenity can be found.
Shoulders slump,
Breathing slows,
And the mind pauses,
From it’s constant run,
To gaze at the slowly setting sun.