The entry shimmering,
Glistening in the shining sun.
Metallic yet beautiful,
Exciting, though intimidating for some.
Whether they enter,
On a lonely cart
Or one full of joy.
It is a home they will create.
Some people will exit,
The time in their cart done.
While others may enter
Their interaction just begun.
Relationships will form
Broken apart by starts and stops.
Some might get off for only a moment,
While others may never return.
Their cart made of clay,
Sculpted into shape by countless rotations.
Possibly the one,
Who wanders in their dreams,
Will someday enter
Marked by love.
Possibly both will finish their ride,
Exiting together, never to return.
Or possibly one will be torn off,
Leaving the other to carry on
In the shimmering sun,
Looking towards the glistening entrance
Cruel in its own way.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
