The small roads winding
Around valleys and children
Dust blinding me with beauty
Masking truth in red clay
Taken to quickly
Like sand in the wind
Drifting
As the world wanders
Dirty little hands
They break me
Giving love without hesitation
I see you and I crumble
Loosing ground to benevolence
Loosing armor in risking
Gaining strength in losing
And power in rejection
Humbled admiration for small roads
And those I will never really know
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