Landscape Dreams

On watching the world pass through a bus window

By Haddessah Anne BricePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

I look out the window

as the bus rumbles along

and watch the landscapes go by.

The landscapes, they change,

ever they move, yet stay

the same... As I dream.

I dream of many things: of life

and friends, of songs and ballads,

of travel and far away... Landscapes.

I dream of far away places,

how different and beautiful they are.

Trees and birds, flowers and roads.

Songs being sung by my friends as we go,

mingle with my dreams in the night.

And I dream of far away... Landscapes.

An aspiringiring author, handicraft maker, and plus size model. Just trying to keep the bills paid and the cat fed, for now.

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