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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.
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