Imaginary Day MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   The sudden stroke of twilight.

It is death.

It is darkness.

It is nothing at all.



The beat of the road.

A car that got stuck

from the mud.

A lonesome road.



The soft morning light

is the promise of life.

The joy in your heart

is the sun.



Promise of spring

is the wind blowing free.

It is a hunch, a hope

the end of the road.





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