Some pieces of shattered glass,
Part of a burst tyre,
A broken helmet,
That bend railing of the narrow bridge,
The dog lying after it's ill famous death,
An overturned trailer near the tree,
Those "Caution" signboards,
The fading blood stains,
Every mile has a story to tell,
Of the withered,broken,chopped,crushed,
Because the color of the tar is black,
Which resembles gloom,
not coincidentally!
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