Cinnamon Road

The dirt blows in the wind

My mind beyond it’s reach

Sweet, yet bitter

That burns in the air

In its early travels

It had trees with trunks

Reaching to heaven

With majesty unknown

Yet here I stand

In its path so long

I wonder if I will live

To see it turn to something new

Read more poetry at http://www.poetrypoem.com/mooncycle

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