Each new day I slip away
Each new day I slip away,
Like invisible wind to lands faraway.
I carry stories with me,
From the worlds, you’re yet to see.
The fading lights,
The innumerable sights,
Some days sitting by the bus’s window,
The stories of you and me,
Or articles it could be.
You can read them all at-
‘People Places Perceptions’ for free!