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| Highway near Chicago |
There is a journey
through the fields of corn,
where windmills adorn
the landscape.
They blink
a firefly red..
after the sun sets
The tarmac ribbon
runs straight
to man made heights
the soaring might
of human will
The wind blows
whistles and screams
then all is still
Pause
Colours of fall
rustle, hustle.
music fills tall
spaces
and then
it begs...
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| Chicago Skyscrapers from Sears Towers |
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