The bus stop stands, a patient friend,
Where strangers meet, and moments blend,
The wait begins, a test of time,
As wheels await, and hearts entwine.
The clock ticks slow, the minutes creep,
As footsteps fade, and silence deep,
The bus's hum, a distant sound,
Hope revives, as wheels spin round.
The doors swing open, a welcoming space,
A new journey starts, a fresh pace,
The wait is done, the ride begins,
As strangers bond, and stories spin.
Comments (1)
It's very nostalgic