The Open Road
Stretched the morning sigh from my tired evening, slow and easy it goes
As I step around the corner life blows
And tangles my hair.
With simple strides in dangers shoes
With honest eyes reflecting few
Smiles.
It broke the sound.
It seems a shadow sticks where light bent through.
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