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Roads

 I'm thinking about roads as I complete my manuscript 'The Road to Shannon'. 

I'm thinking about roads today,
Roads near and roads far away;
The endless road where my life began,
By the ash tree in the granite land.

And then there's the dark road.
That runs in silence through my heart,
Where dormant feelings lie asleep.
And wait their time to rise and speak.

The many roads I've travelled on.
Have brought me to this place, this dawn;
And still before me, winding on,
Are the roads I walk now, one by one.

Each day I travel these roads anew
And find fresh places, different views;
Yet with each mile the journey weaves,
The roads take me further from you.

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