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And I think about death,
How we will all be a part of this…
On the road,
home is not so far anymore…
In May,
the bats come out at dusk.
Always loved the train…
Funky lights
A quiet evening walk…
You might encounter a deer…
Before you know it,
You are on the road again.
I used to like walking alone in the woods…
The tall grass moves with the wind lazily.
Sometimes you hear the ducks chatting,
The birds chirping somewhere in the distance.
You realize how small you are.