Remembering your silhouette

It is strangeCan say weirdSaw a guy With muscles and beard Bus engine startedMy eyes fixatedOn the roads and vehiclesNot the passengers acting as mountain disciples Sitting besides the drivers seatGazing the roads with hands on kneesHow did I not see you before?Realised it in the morning at 4. Your silhouette shiningIn the night filled with moonlighting Body structure and the voiceAttracted… Continue reading Remembering your silhouette