Wheels of the bus, Day 25

NaPoWriMo, Day 25

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Do the wheels of the bus
Roll round and round?

Are you trying to remind me
of those wheels
featuring
in that sweet short rhyme?
Are those wheels
the ones of my fortune
rolling endlessly ahead
never stopping their roll
their run
their smooth and gliding forward
Move
and leave behind
all that chance
has witnessed overboard?

Do I understand
Those wheels
Resemble
The path my scribbling wisdom took?
The tipsy driver
Gets them zig-zag
Through the mist
Of love and moons.

Ah, insatiable you…

 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva