Yesteryears mustangs roamed earth, widening their
horizons, differentiating particles and atoms of
energetic nature.
Calming insides of atmospheric pressure with a
gallop or trot down mesas of wilderness on far
sides of beautiful seasons.
Sprinkling favorite ideas across saddles, carrying
them into denizens of haphazardous recrimination
on trails towards blue skies and howling coyotes.
Watching forever for wild avenues of beauty on
sides of cacti and mesquite trees in desert realms.
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