Winding through the city
Leading us home
Wishing to bear fewer feet
Dreaming of travelling down to destination
Knowing that for each wanderer reaching journey’s end
The road is more worn,
Beaten and tarnished,
Stepped over in the hopes of making it home.
The road bears a heavy burden
Wishing to be a star.

In the night when everyone has gone home,
Empty of travellers,
Dreaming of something new,
It will find itself.

Poem and photography by Hazel J. Hall.

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