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Dec 2017
My feet are like turning wheels,
breath the gasoline,
road signs smiles of others.

My path opens at crossroad
where positive thoughts propel.  
Where birds surround
encouraging me to sing.

Feelings,
become focal points
as I glide with grace.
Eyes a glass pond
to see visions grand.

RED Lights flash,
giving time to stop
and be my own observer
of life.

YELLOW,
a chance to rev up my dreams
with abundance of memories.

GREEN,
like a flag waved at car race
to release my forward motion.

Driving up mountain,
I tap into speedometer of heart
guided by the suns rays.

Hour unveil cloudless sky,
painted by blue horizon.
Cruse controls set,
provides enjoyment
as breeze touches consciousness
of moment divine.

A moment where my own vehicle
radiates with freedom
to maneuver inside gift of life
inside gratitudes fuel.

And the trophy, is mine.


StarBG Β© 2017
The minute I awoke up I had a vision of my car as my sacred form. Then the poem emerged. Happy reading!
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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