Highways
written by: Pratik Mitra
Highways are best to get lost.
Thoughts are focused like sunray.
Only weed leaves are tossed.
Between stasis and movement is the play.
For me being anchorless is the only cost.
written by: Pratik Mitra
Highways are best to get lost.
Thoughts are focused like sunray.
Only weed leaves are tossed.
Between stasis and movement is the play.
For me being anchorless is the only cost.