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Hard gravel road chews
soles of my feet winding
more than before, wearing me down
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Breath-stopping scurry
of night creatures besides
pounding heart and steps, only sound
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Chill wind sweeps away
last trace of clouds leaving
star-dusted trail, dies task complete
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Glance turns to gaze held
by countless stars twinkling
on black, my thoughts turn to sleep
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My tired eyes lower
the ground seems gone liquid
lights at my feet,
mime the sky
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Small still roadside pond
reflects what's above
infinite space, where moon and stars fly
They seem to slow overhead
a pause just to admire
themselves in this, heavens mirror
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Last Updated February 22, 2001 by curt