Title:  Sense

Author:   W.T.K
Category:   Life
Keywords:  Life, experience

Views: ( 284 )

Sense

The cars are
Parked
No flood to
Rise,
Endless stops
For rides
Where's the limit of
Track?
Freeways, landscapes,
Terrains to hide
To breathe. To sleep.
To die.
An instant, a moment of
Light
Lighted in darkness.
By instinct of mind
Because we drive
Blood is melting
The skin.
It explodes. It sounds.
It lasts...

W.T.K



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