Sat in the bus,
first time in more than a year.
Nobody, says ‘hello’
No, ‘how are you Andrew?’
I feel like
singing a rain song.
But the flowers
will always grow beautiful.
Please continue to sleep.
The days run away
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 