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The Song of Highway

Wheels spinning
Highway unfurls
Time is climbing
On the golden tail of Summer
Not as fragments of moments
One after another
But the smooth curve of waves
Gliding with tunes on the radio
The road extends on and on
As vehicles chase one another⁠
Large and small, tens of thousands
A migration of wildlife
Racing to the horizon
A river is running aside
Out of the window, in a distance
Flowing high to my waist
Sky hangs low ahead
Sun is shepherding
A grazing herd of lazy clouds
At the end of the endless road
A terminal we can never reach
angelaball
Written by angelaball
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Author's Note
It is fun to write about daily experiences. One day in summer, when I was riding on the highway, suddenly I felt a surprising emotional touch ---the human-built world is in such a harmony with the...
It is fun to write about daily experiences. One day in summer, when I was riding on the highway, suddenly I felt a surprising emotional touch ---the human-built world is in such a harmony with the natural world...We are like migrating wildlife, rushing to an unreachable terminal...and the river is just flowing on the side, peacefully.
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