Dreams reach out in frolic
Touching our hearts
In ways only known to those
That allow them in
In likeness to the tumbleweed
It rolls across the prairies
Over haunted mesas
With ferocity in its gallop
Under the burning sun
Its spirit coaxes the mind
Inviting those who journey
Over such horizons
That flourish in the wind
~Moses~
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