The smoke from vehicles rises in the air.
The rain droplets chime against the window pane , racing against each other.
I see the world to loose its colour I loved.
The bus with its usual cacophony carries me to my home.
My home. The home, which is warm.
A lonely traveler like me cries for warmth.
Warmth kisses him while I sit lonely in the bus for home.
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PoesíaPAINS AND PANGS . EVERY MOMENT WE ANTICIPATE OUR LIFE WILL LEAD US TO ANOTHER PAIN. THE PRESSURE OF THIS WORLD SEEMS TO HEAVY TO BE ENDURED. BUT WE DO. LIFE SOMETIMES BECOME DEPRESSING AND FRUSTRATING.THIS WORLD DESPITE BEING DEPRESSING IS STILL KIN...