Writing in skyways of my imagination, locating every idea coinciding with native plains in desert colors of brown.
Trying to step along easily, using every notion to stimulate processes of thought.
Putting them into gear and lifting off, heading to the outskirts of life and new horizons of bluened thoughts, chasing away the sadness of a previous lifetime.
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