Shadow Road
S Sandra Fowler
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Wind blows with clarity that hurts the eyes,
And makes old crooked men of autumn trees.
I watch the landscape dancing with the sound,
Creating poems no dusk could receive.
My friend, a shadow road leads to sunset.
Music alone weights down the fallen light.
Admire the comfort of that suddeness
That wipes the mood like tears from closing eyes.
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