Drive


With the wind in my hair and the silence of the drive

The curve of the road, the long stretch of concrete

The open sky, splashed with blue

Threatened by the glory of the setting sun

Turning the world red

A reminder of the death of the day

While the night crawls slowly up the sky.

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