With long strides,
Straight Ahead.
Passed by tress,
Leaves a shed.
Cracked pavement,
Flower grows,
Heart pounding,
Moment slows.
Sun glimmers,
Visions glared.
Back on track,
Feelings spared.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
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