Painted Tree Lane Poem by Shelby Jasmin Estrada

Painted Tree Lane

Rating: 2.7


Sitting in the car
Driving down the painted tree lane
Colors rushing and flying by
Thinking of the days
When nothing mattered
Just relaxing as the sun hits my face
Listening to the road under the tires
Black and smooth under the tires

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