
Alone, along deserted roads of dust
we roam, forgotten yet forgetting not
the shimmering of light, the many dawns,
the curled rim of clouds that floated high
across a winter sky of unrepented dreams.
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Alone, along deserted roads of dust
we roam, forgotten yet forgetting not
the shimmering of light, the many dawns,
the curled rim of clouds that floated high
across a winter sky of unrepented dreams.