Sharing More Poetry

  1. Autumn Evening

cool wind

pushes against my arm

i notice dirt on the passenger mirror

between my fingers i see

blue sky

gathering clouds

and the gold of the sun

starting to set

i see that the road continues

and it always goes on.

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