Illustrated

These open roads; so familiar;
Till yesterday became today, you were still a stranger;
These open roads, bring back a flood of memories;
Imbibed in my soul-you’re a permanent crease;
These open roads-of which time seldom talks;
You are now a pain, every night it stalks;
These open roads-even the most gallant perish;
Your thoughts, like weed they nourish;
These open roads-so inviting they may seem;
The silent clamor in me, you still scream;
These open roads-never ending for the lay eyes;
You’ll see the end of it, when my love dies;
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