the passenger <br />who takes the loneliest road, <br />sees the time <br />in which the trees <br />left a simple word, <br />in sheltered stillness, <br />on the mirage of horizon. <br /> <br />with a scarcity of lyrics, <br />as in, to stay, to leave... <br />the clouds upon the simple word <br />are our moments.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-simple-words-of-moments/
