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A fantasy being leads a life of adventure |
| Written for the August 13, 2016 "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" Rolling hills of silver sands Blaze the trail ahead of him. His golden ears piqued forward With adventure flowing in his veins. The grey leaves of the of the willow Scent the air, drawing him crisply toward His objective. He knows not where he’s Going or why, only that he’s going—no Matter the cost of his life of travels. |