Page Thirty Two

I travelled on a road made of stone . . .
. . . Lined with trees of old.

Under the night sky,
The moonlight revealed my path.

The sorrow grew as I stood still,
Yet faded slowly, as I started . . .

On the road made of stone.

thepleasantsimpleguy

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