A weather’s dirt

A weather’s dirt

Nomadic girl, lost vagabond boy
Distant travelers, friends climb for life
Set out here so far these miles from home
Wild feet they touch upon a weather’s dirt
Searching for the mysteries, seeking life in bleeds

The things each sees without waiting for time
Born between Indian Summer night’s and dawn
Where monsoons rant the sky in distant reaches
Inside to time where wild tea creeps the undergrowth
Where roads will wind in the tales between each blind.

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