As my wagon is hitched to yours
Habitual to the old air....
But I can't stop breathing..
Clinging onto the thin air..
How can this heart stop beating..?
As my wagon is hitched to yours..
And it travels places in the sweet surrender..
A dream peeps through the closed doors..
The symphony in your exploration is a splendour...
Slave to your desires under the wings..
Which flew us to a destination afar..
Away from the daily swings...
Embarked upon a roller-coaster bizarre..
As I dwell in the bay surrounded..
With the moments and new rides..
A numbness gets me grounded..
As I strayed from my inner tides...
Habitual to the old air....
Now I have settled in the new knot..
Numb in it's bitter-sweet layer..
As I hear and say.."Forget me not"..
Radio Flyer 12S Classic Walker Wagon
This award-winning classic push wagon has long been a cherished toy for toddlers.
Comments
A good start and figured end but seems a bit out of trend, would seem better; would seem best, if the title was used to end this quest :P
Just my preference :)
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Thanks Eddy!!!! You too have a greaattttt day ahead :)
A wonderful poem and thank you so much for sharing, Have a wonderful day.
Eddy.
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Your in love with carrot cake lol!!! Thanks a ton Epi and I hope it remains hitched :)
...another day ....another great title , lol.
You can even write love poetry with the best of them here at the Hub - and I feel like a lucky reader 'hitching' my wagon to your hallowed hubspace.
Can you believe it? I am eating carrot cake with my tea again - lol - and the cats are sleeping their lives away on a lousy rain/snow day by the lake - and gee, I should take a page out of their cat-book and do the same thing at lake erie time canada 4:19pm
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