Walking
Stumbling upon my mind
Effort made of wind
Dissipate into thought
and let it grow
like weeds
out of focus
Now, walking
Again through the burnt woods
of summertime
Training the feet to smell the heat
and taste the mountains
of tomorrow.
Let's try to go back
to prancing
Along the green
of forever thoughts.
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