Travel With Me... Poem by Belle Bard

The trees passing by my window,
The rustling of leaves on road,
The strong breeze I'm tearing apart,
Form goose bumps on my arm.

The running carpet of road
Beneath the tyres of my car,
Makes me believe am in air,
Floating like a fish,
Turnin' my direction
After every few seconds…

The journey seems more adorable
Than the desire to reach the destination.
The strong feelin of anxiety to meet someone
Who's been waiting for me for soo long,
At the same time,
Makes me d'lighted!
Outta all these joys,
I look forward to travel again
to feel that feelin again! !