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Written as an abcedarius poem in rhyme and meter, using 7-6-7-6 format. An abcedarius poem has 26 lines, each line starting with a new letter from A to Z.
** #1523111 Not An Image ** All night the road carried me by sights unseen before. Cars passed hurriedly, sadly drowning out the silent earthly sounds singing to me. For each mountain in view gave a tale of aged wisdom, hushing worldly worries, invisible to nature. Just me and the highway knowing the trip was the joy. Lurking around the curves many mysteries untold. Never doubting the journey on this blessed pavement. Quiet sunsets beckon me, riding with no purpose other than for adventure. Rambling, one with the road seeking nature’s redemption. Truth in the path taken, under skies of miracles violet clouds carry me through whispering promises. Xanadu within my reach, yet at long last I realize zen’s the journey, not the end.
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