Where In Five Years
I'm on the road, and the landscape swims by-
it's Algonquin, Whiteshell, and Spirit city lines,\
and each place... is a haven,
truth unwinding in a poet's eyes.
It's love,
unbridled, and spilling through the soul,
it's living,
true, until your life is full.
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