Running this night through deserted places
Past places familiar and vehicles that pace
Lights beam toward paths well trodden
Mists rises slowly from the cold air
And fills the lungs
With each breath and each step
The memorial is near
Through a stretch of road surrounded by tower lights
Rays of light stream through these tar sealed roads
That wind and weave towards trees up ahead
Rows and columns of trees stand at attention
To the gusts of wind, pace and strides
Strides comes slower to a canter and a walk
The next bend is near
Long and quick paces
Past a square and flags of many nations
Walking by a memorial of places and people
Lights flicker from buildings
That have seen many a red dust storm
Walking with pace through silent dorms
Its quiet as we reach the memorial
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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