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Bus Seats
I throw my exhausted body Drained of all its strength, On the small blue seat of the big yellow bus My body loosens it’s muscles tense. As I push the window open, The strong wind gushes in, Engaging my russet hair in a sprightly dance To it’s enchanting hymn. The auric sunlight falls on my tanned face, The current of warmth revitalises my soul; From this delicate touch of the ethereal heavens I recall the galliard back in the days old. Memories come racing back, Like a great white horse, young and cheery; Trotting and galloping to the ends of my soul, With its snowy mane flowing freely. And as the giggles and jokes rewind, I perceived a sensation serene, A sensation that calmed my racing heart- A sensation of peace and tranquility. Peace felt like a seraphic person in disguise: She took me into her gentle arms and held me tight, She comforted me in this fast-paced world, Where being at ease is not quite right. After an hour or so I retire Back to my life’s monotonicity, Regardless of the loquacious people and blaring car horns, I find peace in these bus seats.
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