Blue and yellow buses,
The youthful sun playing peekaboo, always watching,
Winter winds, shy and caressing,
I'm almost at the end of my journey
Being alone brings me peace and serenity that I'd learned to part with.
Chopin & Mozart setting up a scene,
Mingling with dewy consciousness and curiosity
My next journey I leave with hope
I shall savour the calm as it lasts.