The sun it blinded me from the front,
it reflected around the hill like a stunt.
The shadows stretched ahead of me,
also stretched behind I could see.
The dusk and its foolish tricks it plays,
like the dawn it's a part of the days.
Blinding it led the nights embrace,
quietly faded was the reflective trace.
Patiently I forged driving ahead,
making it home,
supper,
then into my bed.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This poem a statement in time with reflection and hope as well as resignation. Nicely done
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