Bus Ride to NYCA Poem by Sabrina Claridge
I see the sky in the
clearest and purist of blue, white. The trees twine together in an endless array of blurred green. The man-made charcoal muses in the with green grass that brushes into the pine and the oak and the steel rails. We spin eagerly on a locked metal traps wheels. We all have somewhere to go, at the same place, at the same time - yet, we will never see each other. And that's why the world is good and vast. Because people, unknowingly close to each other, will never be able to share the same life experiences. We live in a world where nature is in sync and people move on by without a second glance to recognize the absolute beauty of each others nature. © 2012 Sabrina ClaridgeAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 25, 2012 Last Updated on January 25, 2012 AuthorSabrina ClaridgeBel Air, MDAboutActor, Artist, Author and Blogger. Call me Sabrina. more..Writing
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