There is something almost spiritual about the road
The dirt road after a rain, puddles trace the years
Ribbons of water settle unsplashed and unwanted
Rusty brown, washed clean of the travelers scars
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After reading this poem I feel like walking a long, unending road, just walking, with no destination in mind. How the sun, rain n other elements of Nature affect a road, is beautifully captured here. This is a pretty tempting read that invites to reader to set foot on the road n travel with no particular destination in mind. It's a thoroughly spiritual n enlightening experience reading this marvelous write.
What a wonderful thought, that a road, that very road that you love and see the changes in hourly and with each passing minute, being your very own. This road can only ever be home. This is another wonderful poem and I am stunned again at your clever angles of your worldliness. Thank you Eddie
Thank's Sarah. The solitude of these places touches me. The picture is surprisingly similar to a road near my former home.
Fell utterly in love with your road! You are quite the poet. Capturing so many elements - along this road of perfection. Such an elegant picture- -complete with emotions painting your always never ending journey to just where you want to be. Absolute perfection and with sooooooooooo much feeling! A 10.