The lamb of a traveler...

On the side mirror
Flashing lights sketched
Only hurriedness...
And indicators of cars-
They appeared like bulbs not required...
he thought...
On road home...
The breeze making him sleepy...
Loving and caressing his arms and neck...
he thought he was by love only decked...
he felt genteel to the most...
as if he to meekness raising a toast...
'agnus dei...'
A perfect lamb...
Not the one terrified though...
But the one who only heard Him slow...
Softly murmuring a song...
In his ears he heard that for long...
Like a music meant for Life...
Like something only to deep dive...

A few kilometres more...
Tired he the traveler having heels sore...
Dreamt sleep on a grassy bed...
Under the sky painted darkish red...

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