Dawn is always new
Gleaming, glistening
On paved roads
With dusty sidewalks
Setting rhythm for travellers
Rattling, shaking in their onward journey
They move on
Following an invisible metronome
Oblivious of the cities, ports and deserts
Traversing
Hours, months, seasons, years and tides
In a loop
Mechanical
Repetitive
No one speaks
Unwilling to spill the pain
Welling within
Unclothing their layered self
Before the unfamiliar lot
Secrets too scary to be revealed
Struggling with their inward journey
Burdened with the baggage
Of the heavy past
Like a horse,
Their vision blinkered
They tread wearily
Little realizing
Dawn will rise again
Donning a brighter hue
Without fail.
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