#brhind
Behind the driver sit,
she was resting with no beat.
Nothing would distract her,
even sound of reluctant street.
Maybe she didn’t care anymore,
or she needed to sleep a bit more.
Coins were the ones arrived first,
begging the fate to have a rest.
Sound of siren tangles the air,
close were the angles in pair.
She was so young, it wasn’t fair,
Don’t worry, they will take a good care.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC