I Drive Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I Drive



I drive.

With beauty around,
I drive,
Feeling tipsy, drunk.

Gardens are to left-right,
And massive are the farms.

As an army, alone,
Eyes, ears are in fight,
Against the heart and mind.

Lost we are in haze, fog.

Saturday, April 29, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: fog,gardens
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