Threatening clouds loom overhead
The forked flash of lightning lights up the road
The boulevard sways with a ghostly grace
The branches moan and groan
I stand amidst alone
The desolate road is daunting
Forsaken and forgotten
I hear no footsteps to match mine
The path was of my choosing
Solitary I would tread
I knew not.
Tuesday 31 January 2017
I knew not
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