Saturday morning
No Comments 
Faces passing,
People moving,
A thousand stories
Strolling by.
Each one a drop of life,
Flowing down a river,
To the sea
No Comments
This entry is filed under Frozen Moments, Random Thoughts, Spontaneous Poetry and tagged with Life, now, On the road, zen.
You can also follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
Or perhaps you're just looking for the trackback and/or the permalink.
