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My Road.

Poetry By: Juneau
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Submitted:Dec 18, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


As the road gets dangerous,

begins to incline.

I realize my future,

starts to get tough.

I look to my past,

at what I called mine.

Reveals my lost love,

my gem in the rough.

My eyes blur with tears,

but I am not sad.

My head swells with fears,

I forgot what I had.

The roads are my home now,

in them I found new love.

Life as a vagabond:

pure as light;

white as a dove.





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