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,

I write.

The stories of you and me,

Or articles it could be.

You can read them all at-

‘People Places Perceptions’ for free!