Cornish drive.

Branches keep evolving

Like tenticles unrolling

Creeping overhead

Arching into bend

Along the silent road

Different shapes begin to mold

Narrower it stretches

Wider are the trenches

Trees on either side

Shadows dance and hide

Misty night rolls in

Cornish path to tin.

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