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Distant Illusion*Published* journal and Carved in Sand Mag
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Published Pieces A drive down a old dirt back road
where the moon casts its hazy blue glow
on flat plains that stretch endlessly,
a majestic windmill stands
turning effortlessly in the night.
I am drawn to the metal giant
amazed at the distant beauty.
I approach and my headlights beam
unveiling the bitter truth
A rusty weathered eyesore
creaking its way in the breeze.
:( in this moment I feel like
:( in this moment I feel like this is a metaphor for family
Much Love
Ashley
just because looks differently in a different light, doesn't mean that it's any less majestic. It's been places and seen things. It's scared by its path through life. it tells a beautiful story and even if it was only seen as an eye sore, it would still be beautiful to those who can see it for what it is not for what it appears to be. Sorry, for the long drawn out metaphor. I really like this poem. Again it's short like the rest of them and I don't usually go for that but you manage to make it work.