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Someday Soon (Free verse) by Drunk Russian Poet

Against a simple backdrop of red and black, a lone man stands atop an aging mass of rock. As the cool western breeze breaks upon his face and he thinks of home, a smile comes upon him. He turns to walk away as the shadows gather, and slowly steals a glance at the stars in the Eastern Sky.

Dovina 25-Jun-04/3:36 PM
A mysterious kinda thing, I won't even say all the interpretations it could have or the problems with them. Let it be for the intuition.




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