My Dream Car Without A Number Plate Poem by nimal dunuhinga
My Dream Car Without A Number Plate
My brakes won't applicable to these mockery roads
As it's too old they say.
I keep my both hands on the steering wheel
But it goes to its own consent.
I am scared if it stops on a hill side
As my poor torn wallet doesn't contains
Those tricky notes to refuel.
Wonderful use of metaphor in this brief poem. Your originality never disappoints. Take care, my brave friend. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/25/2024 3:01:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nightmare penned to perfection. I call them 'can't cope' dreams. Scary. love, Allie xxxx