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Blue Road

a poem

By Sun BeePublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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While conversing with him, you get the sense

that nothing matters, only the road ahead.

No matter the obstacles or challenges,

they won't ruin or define the day.

This unpredictability brings a sense of mystery,

even if we set out a clear schedule at dawn.

There is plenty of flexibility in the surroundings -

hiding spots and open spaces.

Anything can be a source of

lack of inspiration or a pure blessing,

depending on how one appreciates it.

The ultimate destination is still unknown,

hidden beneath various footprints

and reliant on the day and others.

The things that matter were always there.

They hid in genes and jeans,

carried away by the wind.

Future generations will uncover their secret meanings.

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Thank you for reading!

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About the Creator

Sun Bee

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

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Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

A real writer with real experience, not always understood.

Deeply rooted in humanity.

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    Written by Sun Bee