Miles of travel sweeping us
To a journey yonder the market.
Screams of whining people
Beside our bus reach for you
You hold them one by one
Tuck them in the comfort of leather seats
As sentinel to souls,
Our backpacks wait in the tower
The bus races though the hills
If it's our end
Did we die?
You stand in faith
With me
Carrying your other shoe.
it's a rich and well written poem...interesting and good idea is there..means you can write perfectly..so try to add more poems too... like these two last stanzas of your poem.. ++ 10 If it's our end Did we die? You stand in faith With me Carrying your other shoe
hi roslinda a bit inclined and daunting for me but if i got you right...its awesome and very nice your bio says freelance what do u write cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this piece especially for me or is it for all Noels in the world? I like this a lot, please don't stop writing. Take care...