One, oh, one.

One, oh, one.

You’re fraught with sunsets,

The gentle hum of metal beasts easing across your path.

You’ve taught me countless tunes,

As radios echo hauntingly into the night.

Will I still find you this way in twenty-five years?

Will your ethereal brush strokes still mark the horizon

In Fifty years? One-hundred years?

It is quite too soon to know for certain.

However,

Much like the casks of dandelion wine that continue

to flow through Carnegie library,

and Bradbury’s heart-

I will breathe in your nostalgic aroma

and will carry your serenity with me,

Wherever I go.

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About aflorin8

Simply a friend, biologist, photographer, avid reader, volleyball nut, humanitarian, and man.

2 comments

  1. MarmrFK

    Thats amazing!!

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