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Rated: E · Poetry · Cultural · #2161747
Read this poem, and you will find out.
I sit in the bus and watch,

a family of four jump on,
the silver moon slip out of the sliding doors,
and a withered leaf's grin disappear.

I sit in the bus and watch,

an elegant rainbow glide down to sit next to,
a river of hope blown to its salt by the wind,
and the light creep away to let darkness in.

I sit in the bus and watch,

a wave of sand fighting to enter,
a beach of sunflowers marching out,
and a ring of roses nestling down.

I sit in the bus and watch,

as a lone wolf waves its hand,
a stolen goblet filled with blood held high,
as the ruby wine pumped through greed's heart.
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