Day 120 in 2017

They say it’s auuwsome to be here,

Diving into a vast ocean of books 

With human fish swimming all around, 

Trying to get the hook, 

Devouring the printing bound by bound.

Young and old of any sort,

Submerged in their own stacks of books,  

And they read happily ever after…

It’s an annual humongous book sale in the city.


Day 115 in 2017

There are roads less travelled.

Quiet and isolated. 

You’ll find no crowd, 

Nor any feast arranged.

Just you, and the road, 

And the sun beaming the warmth you need 

Every now and then, so that 

You know you’re not forgotten.