For all those who get lost in their own worlds.
inside the bus,
an opportunity to hide,
away from the world,
and submerged in the wide,
deep expanse of my mind.
Imagination,
recreation,
postulation,
and dreamification,
Lost in the wide,
deep expanse of my mind.
In this serene place,
slow and steady is the pace,
what wins the days' race,
is a peoples' grace,
and not the people's race.
Not only do i make my day,
but i top the hay,
as i notice a light gay,
around the bus,
My serene world,
........
I smile.
Poetry by Muthoni
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Written on 2007-06-05 at 10:36
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A SERENE WORLD
The road home is a long ride,inside the bus,
an opportunity to hide,
away from the world,
and submerged in the wide,
deep expanse of my mind.
Imagination,
recreation,
postulation,
and dreamification,
Lost in the wide,
deep expanse of my mind.
In this serene place,
slow and steady is the pace,
what wins the days' race,
is a peoples' grace,
and not the people's race.
Not only do i make my day,
but i top the hay,
as i notice a light gay,
around the bus,
My serene world,
........
I smile.
Poetry by Muthoni
Read 333 times
Written on 2007-06-05 at 10:36
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