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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #1153551
We trail where life calls us until we can venture no further.
Brown splintered wood
         connected by iron rail,
winding,
         bending,
                   unending,
climbs the horizon I trail.

Crushed, the gravel spreads
         on shaded country roads;
weaving,
         dipping,
                   unending,
where I venture all alone.

Turbulent, brilliant water,
         rushing amid foiled squalls;
howling,
         singing,
                   unending,
as I charter nature's calls.

Cloudless pale blue vault,
         hurling metal in your sky;
just shy of heaven
         unending
I begin to fear to fly.


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