A dusty road, where memories unfold,
Underneath the sun's warm gold.
Each particle, a tale untold,
In the journey of life, stories are scrolled.
Footprints mark the passing of time,
Echoes of laughter, a distant chime.
The road meanders, a winding rhyme,
A dusty canvas, a transient climb.
In the haze, a nostalgic view,
Whispers of the past, like morning dew.
The road, a witness, old and true,
To adventures had and horizons new.
Dust settles on the traveler's shoes,
A mosaic of moments, wins, and dues.
Sunsets painted in dusty hues,
On this road, where destiny woos.
Through twists and turns, it stretches far,
Beneath the moon, beneath each star.
A dusty road, both near and far,
A journey written in dust and tar.
So, onward we go, our tales in tow,
On this dusty road, where dreams may grow.
Through the haze, a path to follow,
In the dusty echoes of tomorrow.
Thank you for reading!
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Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
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I think this one is one of my favorites!!! It felt like we were taking a walk and you were telling me a beautiful story about life.