The bus shelter in the rain

Among the same paths, between the same lanes,
Distances to cross and feelings to tie,
Same people exist and vision their plans
While sunshine may smile or tears drop from sky.

Some dawns catch on squall when struggle become
The main part of life to get joy on plate,
While running the race through all daily hum,
Some people may stop to keep dry and wait

For drops to explore their zone, all the way,
For thoughts to embrace the statements of gain,
For thinking about the bliss of the day,
Under shelter’s bus, away from the rain.

I am just right now the part of the folk
And listening how the life aims and goes
Above all the rain which master its stroke,
In shelter’s comfort between highs and lows.

© Simona Prilogan, Nottingham


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