Brevity, Quill

An Ode To Empty Road

At the dusk of a nameless town she walked the cold and empty boulevard.
Her wrinkles told tales of love and also that of a broken house.
Seasons went by she had lost her youth but the solitary road remained unchanged.
Perhaps the cold night and the lonely road was her most loyal companion.

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