As I drive along
The long narrow winding road,
The wind is in my hair.
The breeze is in my face.
I relieve the tension of a hectic day.
Work problems and memories
Of domestic discord
Fade away like
A shiny orange dot
Behind the sunset
On the horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow great job i like how you could feel like your in the car keep up the good work sarah