NomolosArt

                          ~Meditation~ Air slowly crept into his dark brown nostrils, His chocolate eyes drooped, mouth barely open, legs crossed, He sat in the back of a van, the back open, Torrents of rain crashing around him, while he stayed dry, The sound of busy vehicles rushing around, to and fro was very distant to him, The vehicles were always moving, Never stopping to smell the roses, let alone the air around their person, The scent of cigarette smoke got plucked out of the air, Sucked into his dark brown nostrils, But still his face remained still, Not angry, mournful, disdainful, hurt, caring, prideful, cruel, loving, enlightened