a group of feet waiting
for morning ride to work
talking minutes to greatest
there are laughs, smiles
lunch boxes bearing weights
cold deflected; heavy coats
bus comes to slowing stop
door open homeward feet out
weary, hurry, vanish in park
cranking engines broke silence
took off in a morning light
am so happy I saw all that
Talking minutes to greatest smile gives new essence in imagery you have shared here. Wise sharing done.10
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I would like to translate this poem
Good thoughts and poem. We all need to appreciate the world we live in. TFS