The road moves on in quiet grace,
Like an unfinished journey finding space.
Clouds drape the sky in silver-gray,
As though the heart holds words it cannot say.
Somewhere behind those drifting skies,
Sunlight still waits to softly rise,
Like hope that lingers through troubled air,
A gentle smile still hidden there.
The trees stand still in whispered lines,
Swaying slowly with the hands of time,
Even the bare and weathered trees,
Seem to wait for kinder seasons and breeze.
The roads may seem empty, silent, wide,
Yet every path holds a dream inside.
Beyond the haze, beyond the unknown,
Light still travels, softly shown.
And the sky seems to quietly say—
Keep moving on, come what may.
No matter how heavy the clouds above,
Keep searching for your share of sun.
~ Dawn
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