Thoughts from an Autumnal Road

At dusk I realize that there is more behind than there is in front.

Sleeping freedom on this autumnal earth.

Tempest tossed my ego lost…and found, on this autumn’s ground.

The mystery of man, my foreign shadows, what I could be, this old tree, soon to be cut down, I earned a living but, I never earned my life.

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