and through I glimpse
there lies a wood
encroached in light
until the dawn
and moons do blow
one at a time
one, two, or five
into twilight
if loss be all
that life will cost
my youth be just
a road I crossed
to woods in snow,
saplings to ash
I am the road
lying so flat
there lies a wood
encroached in light
until the dawn
and moons do blow
one at a time
one, two, or five
into twilight
if loss be all
that life will cost
my youth be just
a road I crossed
to woods in snow,
saplings to ash
I am the road
lying so flat
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