Friday, August 31, 2012

Every one has roads within...

Every road has its own story
Don't you think so?
The road that runs the desert through
Is long hot sultry mirage like simmering...

And the one through the forest is cool
With long and dark shades full
Which play on the wayfarer's face and body
Like little touches so benign...

And there are roads also within
Both through desert sands and woods...
And we...all make journeys through them...
We all make journeys the same...

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