Bus Ride to Heaven

Poem from the Handwritten series.

Colours fade away
as a bus slowly travels
into the sunset —
   Growing weightless, it ascends;
   Ghost passengers of the sky

* * *
Despite all that we learn in our time on this planet, there’s still so much shrouded in mystery; who will ever truly know where we go when we die?

Love, KJ

Posted by Kimberly Jolanda

6 comments

Beautiful poem with a thoughtful message; great work! 🙂

Kimberly Jolanda

Both your compliments are wonderful to read, Stone — thanks ever so much! 🙂

Truly beautiful!

Kimberly Jolanda

Thank you! 🙂

Just beautiful!

Kimberly Jolanda

Thank you~! <3

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