By the wayside, in my thought
Is serenity rarely brought
For before the path was nature-paved,
Was turmoil, and chaos' frequent wave.
Both tossed me up in flight
Until, my sanity, I lost sight.
Yet now, as I watch the sun's orange weep,
Flame-like tears dropping through clouds,
I find rest again after this day
On my air-hung bed, next to the
Dirt-paved pathway.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest by R-Evolve.
1500 points, ended September 11, 2007, 13 entries
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