Wanderer

Adventurers' hearts

follow my trail as I roam

Soaring ever higher

bits of debris on the wind

sparkle

 

Spinning pinwheels and skittering leaves

catch the light as I

lift them

pull them in close to me

then take off

 

I cannot sit still in one place

The mountains call to me

I whirl on like

a dust devil

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