Speaking Hues

Reminiscence.

The calmness of the river,
equals to the restless mind.
Pedaling beneath the moon, as if
trying to sink in its depths.
The soft rolls on its surface,
Cushions the sorrows for a while.
The dawn break crowns to its waters,
so that the pedal can go more a mile. The breeze that make the hairs float And a smile that is worth a while.
These little delights that we all crave
Makes the journey a pleasant stay,
But soon the destiny arrives,
And the temporary journey fades,
So call it a memory for now.

-Anisa