Racing my way down the luxuriant hill,
under the sun
I drive with joy, into the arms of the majestic one
Savoring the moment passing by …
The wind whispers — watching leaves as they glisten
What an enchanting view, so mesmerized …
I drive fast
A gentle breeze wraps its arms all over me, my hands still on the wheel.
The passion I feel you know what I mean
Winter’s adventure just begun
Intoxicated by the blossoms …
I keep on driving, in a silent shun
Dreaming and romancing with my latest love
Yes November! You’re the one.
Night was harsh and,
Me had me strolling down a street thin
cleared with the oily stones of the burial ground,
a street cutting in midnight air, a passage empty
Looked, devastate where dread devil’s voice could be heard, crystal clear.
The street fixed with still lines of defoliated tree,
night’s obscure fog weaved a cover of mystery,
crawling dread beat my heart at a quick rate.
A light emission as sharp as the lightning spear
punctured through me instantly of sudden burst.
Before getting blinded I thought I’d for once
saw a speeding dark Bentley flying spur, toward me it surged.
Like a consuming meteor the car had charged,
making in the part air a blasting crease,
cut me into headstone before I was squashed.
The shattering impact broke my scary dream. 😂