Finding My Quite

The sun in my eyes,
Far from all lies,
Songs lined in love,
Blessing from above.

As the wheels roll on,
Music soothes my soul,
The bluish white sky,
Offer wings to fly.

The rhythm just rhymes,
With my life so sublime,
Like prayers and hymns,
Drown fancies and whims.

As the engine roars,
Escaping all bores,
Leave behind spite,
Enters me into the quiet!
(I'm in love with my carrrr... )





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