#Highway
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A lone bird sings
Amidst the half-light
of
A day yet unborn
It sings of love
Or does it?
A freedom song
The road is still,
Silent, another sound
A dark, foreboding,
shrill
Somewhere in distant
green
A crimson floods
Dank, seeping, silent scream
In lands elsewhere
Across the streams
Birds still sing
Life, love, all and
more
Alas! Here, only
At Highway Thirty Nine
A lone bird sings.
~ Judith Vaddi
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