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I see a camper van, white in color, parked with it lights fully on.
I feel the warmth of the enclosure.
Feelings are not tangible,
The sensation that rocks the body cannot be seen,
Yet it hold the soul in firm grip,
And feeds the body like a feast of many.
Though the buffet is not laid on platters,
Neither does it requires cutleries and courses,
Yet it eats up the body,
And swells the inner hold of the mind.
So dear is the feeling I get driving in my camper,
The one vehicle that gives me a home.
From the living room to the dining,
My kitchen to the bathroom,
All gives me a hefty feeling,
Of owning such a great piece of creation.
Let me ride round the world,
Eating and sleeping and swerving,
Till the snaky road stop it's run,
Across the land so vast.