Monday, April 16, 2012

Day 107/366

The delight of bus journeys
Short or long as they may be
Never seem to fade out
For I've a wanderlust in me

Be it with company or going solo,
The solitude always lingers.
The feeling's that just too precious
Like a rotating green-brown blur.

Carry the book you meant to read,
Or rest your mind for a while,
When the destination's been reached
You'll have another reason to smile. 

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