Day 2081, horizon. Day's pictures, Poetry Utah, America, 2016 A long horizon stretches in front of us and a path leads us to the sun the rain or night ~ we don’t see a trail but something urges we don’t even see where we tread ~ over and over again ~ we always seem to be halfway looking back to the other horizon that follows us it seemsShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related