Simplicity in the walls that
softly hold you tight.
Doors of the souls sleeping
...
Dusty Roads
These roads here
many years.
Longer than I.
With others have
traveled them all.
Value unimagined
sparse are the
trees.
Hot days cold days
none are the same.
Signs I do see at the
top of a tree.
Paved now those roads
progress I see.