The Karma Sound
Bluelighter
I was going home from a bus-station in Massachusetts, to New York. As I entered the bus, I sat next to a lovely, pretty lady. I started reading "The Mystic Will." I finished a chapter, and started a conversation with her. I insisted on buying her a coffee during a half hour break. So we sat, talked, and said goodbye's and went to our different bus. She came back in the bus I was in, and sat by me. My eyes opened, I was glad she ended up back with me, really.
Sweet, melodic eyes that play. with dancing stars a sky of expression. Locked deep in her chrystaline eyes. Hair like art. Waterfall hair, pouring out freely. her smile was in celebration of bliss. She is innocent. She thinks otherwise. She is good. She was as a longtime friend. Our paths were star-crossed, shooting stars. i saw a picture, her aura a colorful frame. Within the frame, this face of art. Eyes of truth. They laugh when her heart is in laughter. She was beautiful. Her laughter yet echoes in my mind. Alexis.
Glad I took the bus,
-Ahmad/19
Sweet, melodic eyes that play. with dancing stars a sky of expression. Locked deep in her chrystaline eyes. Hair like art. Waterfall hair, pouring out freely. her smile was in celebration of bliss. She is innocent. She thinks otherwise. She is good. She was as a longtime friend. Our paths were star-crossed, shooting stars. i saw a picture, her aura a colorful frame. Within the frame, this face of art. Eyes of truth. They laugh when her heart is in laughter. She was beautiful. Her laughter yet echoes in my mind. Alexis.
Glad I took the bus,
-Ahmad/19
