Fall Drive

Oh hey, New Year, Old Poem. Got to get back to this…

I drove the black flowing highway through forest alive with death
Or what we may see as dying, only a lifeless sleep begins
And to my ears I set the air with strings on movie soundtrack
Which conjured up dragon treasure, journey long and friendship
A silly grin I bore with serious though in mind:
Oh quickly color comes too shortly to therein die.

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This work by Sarah Holmes is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

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