A moment to myself
Where
I spend the day
Travelling on a bus
That is travelling
On the road to life
I look out of the window of the bus
And the view changes all the time
A saw the leaves that was golden of the
Trees
And now it is Fall here on
Earth where I live
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poetaldo (
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Yes fall where you live but the end of summer here. A good read that has great imagry
Good to take time to look at what’s going on around us. The natural environment has much to offer. We are on the cusp of spring here as your leaves depart their branches. Nice imagery poetaldo.
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