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Tripping
I want
no destination
I want
a highway — climbing toward dawn — and the horizon
and you
beside me
with no map
on your lap
I want
no destination
I want
a highway — climbing toward dawn — and the horizon
and you
beside me
with no map
on your lap
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1 comments:
Who needs a map when there is a highway ahead?
My kind of poem.. enough said without wasted words..
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