Bus Station

#Promptuarium #Travel

Under the bus station

wails of an ancestor could be heard

crackling away as buses left for their destination

spirits of old tramways coming to life

happy at the forthcoming news

their great-great grandsons network

was about to be extended.

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.