Graze The Miles

There is something about the vast;

distant and bare.

It was more about the fulfilling,

than the appealing.

Quite in the head?

Reverse land-scape, isn't it?

Stitching over sewing,

feelings over fearing.

Freedom is in the light.

Kingdom is with a fight.

The real masterpieces of time,

are the ones of triumph,

on a saddle in gallops.

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