And the road came to a stop.
One had the ability to decide how the next road would go,
Smooth and clear,
Or rough and bumpy.
It all depended upon the driver's state of mind.
And no matter how rough the last road was,
There was always hope for the next road,
It could be the brighter path.
YOU ARE READING
A Feeling Of Passion
PoesíaThis is a book of poetry that I wrote :) Please comment and let me know what you think about it ^.^
