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Jul 2015
A gravel road leads to stone,
Soon passing the last town.
Mossy paths merge in illusion
Leading to an open field.

Time escapes a man of travel
And haunts the man who cannot sit still.

Might a man travel on to find..

Beyond that last mountain gorge
Where the lone-bird flies.

A place of stillness, separate from the world.
~
Kenshō
Written by
Kenshō  M
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