Long walks in winter's cold
on a beach of sand and stone
in a begotten land of days of old
stretched across the miles
treading along in a straight line
this night alone and small
soon to stare into the stars
and wait for one to fall
trekking along in an emotional retrospective
tonight at the world's crest
immensity putting forth a truthful prospective
and settling the questions bothering me
as the sun sets off in the west
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