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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