A Rover, a Song
A rover, a song a walking highway,
A dim unparalleled destinations,
As tradewinds comes, old winds remembers, and the new air greets the distance,
Blows in its relentless swept, a cloud of dusts, a rolling tin can, a piece of trash,
A rolling stone propelled into the pavements of concrete slabs,
A name, an inscriptions on a stone tablets,
Inviting the sun's highlight on an obscure plot,a fallen desperado.
Gathering spindly small stalks of wild plants and weeds for keeping company.
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