Trees over the street

Trees over the street,

curtains,

reveal the road.

Surrounded by mist,

they appear... mysterious;

Surrounded by darkness,

they appear

otherworldly.

Beyond the leaves,

immaterial drapes that they are,

lies, perhaps, your destiny.

Or, perhaps, there was never anything there at all.

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