A Mystery
Snow drifts in front of the cars high beams
finding their death in the sharp white
far away into the night
The Engine silently hums through the frosted night
leaving no tracks in the freshly fallen snow
autos black beetle Shell
dark against the indigo sky
reflecting no stars no moon no light
just to pinpoints of high beams
Slipping through the night
silent
stealthy it glides
Snow drifts in its wake
moving forward into tomorrow
Not an ice crystal brakes
waiting for the world to awake
to a mystery
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