Down the road the footsteps fade
When twilight falls
The winds blow clear and cold.
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The road is frightening
Its death full of surprises
Filled with hungry ghosts.
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The road came back through the fog
Amidst blustering sheets of leaves
Dissolved into a flood
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Down the road altered in these years
All my tears dissolve everything
Discovering that rust changes into gold
Life From A Park Bench 
A road can be so much.. But often it’s obscure and hidden – hence scary.. Love your end here.
You create a mysterious atmosphere in this, Alan. Though a bit eerie, I would like to explore.
It sounds like the journey, though frightening, had a positive ending when rust changed into gold!
Very nice. Kind of eerie and kind of intriguing all at once.
Mentally, draw a line in one corner on the other corner of your frame.
When they are saying yes, let them know you will likely be
back in a very few days to place the exhibit up.
Maternity photography captures these unique experiences and feelings forever.