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Tumbleweed

In time, I leave my place...
 
Detaching connection from the base...
 
Pulling away is my norm
 
To defy and not to conform.
 
The 'wind witch’ is on the roll,
 
Traveling without tolls.
 
Dispersing new beginnings
 
As the wind keeps blowing
 
Hostile weather’s abundant
 
And journey’s risks redundant
 
Opposers, haters alike
 
Bringing her down with spikes
 
Away from it all!
 
Even if she crawls...
 
On arid lands, contented
 
Free rolling... placidly rested.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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