Guest guest Posted December 22, 2002 Report Share Posted December 22, 2002 50 miles on icy roads, a crossing into darkness down narrow canyons. I extend into the car, rolling tires is my skin endlessly grasping holding on through each bend. Like life depends on us becoming one my friend. A moon looking round the cornerA wind ripping clouds apart On each side rising mountains in soft mirror light. Keeping wheels rollingwith a beating heart across the silver screen,deep in the stream of stars. Alan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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