Graduating from daylight to sunset, writing into
the future with a placid scenic landscape that I
ride into to escape life.
Beautiful sights following me everywhere, always
right inside, never wanting to escape or flee
from my mind and pen.
Always finding things lying around in detail,
waiting to be written out in prose so very often
without reserve.
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