A drive
I am looking for a drive,
Riding along the night,
Wind singing songs all the while,
Of lonely roads and pretty lies,
Where land touches the sky,
Is where I am heading now,
For promises of easy days,
Breezy and starry nights,
I am looking for a drive,
I am looking for a drive.
The white clad plains singing to the moon,
Sound of engine humming to the tune,
Hairs dancing with air the groom,
And I am there, there to be the lone witness,
Of this commune.....
I am a looking for a drive,
I am looking for a drive.
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Posted Jul 26, 2020, 5:59 AM UTC
I can relate to your poem. Drives on a cool night is very therapeutic. The poem flowed smoothly, I enjoyed it.
Thats all I could ask for. The poem has realised its ultimate goal if it relates to the reader.
Thank you for letting me know.