The wheels pass over the road
reality is it sounds like the wind
although this wind is coming from something metallic
note the rush as it passes by your ear
sailing down the road solitary
perhaps its because its the middle of the night
or maybe its weekend
rumbling noises get noiser towards monday morning as
the cars trucks and motorbikes begin the working week
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.
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