🚗 Venei - My Silent Ride! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

He ain't just metal, wheels, or chrome,
He's Venei—my second skin, my moving home.
Eleven years, no rust in trust,
Through every storm, he kicked up dust.

From late-night cries to early prayer,
He took me places no soul would dare.
He knew the roads I couldn't explain,
And carried the weight of both joy and pain.

His heart beats low when mine runs loud,
He waits while I shout, then rides through the crowd.
He's seen me broken, wild, divine—
Still opened his doors, like 'Queen, get in. You're mine.'

His mirror's cracked but never lied,
His tank runs dry, yet he won't hide.
They see a Vios —but I see fate.
A partner who never arrived late.

'VENEI' — the name I whispered soft,
When life hit low, he lifted me aloft.
Through every turn, this bond won't fade,
We're not just miles — we're a legacy made.

That's my Venei (NDA 6898) — my darling car! ! !


✍🏽 By: - WIN VENTURA