Minds escaping in a seminole wind, leaving everything and finding the way home, at long last, taking dusty trails leading past mysteries of the old west.
Recalling its stories of a frontier that felt like a long lost friend from back in the day, roller coasting melodies and their rhythms out onto lone, cold roads in the desert, never wanting to go back, only forward in the wonder of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem