Roaming
Roaming through the open meadows
I came to a spot on top of a hill looking
Over the valley below and its beauty
Surrounding me as gently winds comb
My hair within the breeze.
Skies of blue glistening warm sunshine,
Clouds moving slowly about in a dance
As birds fly by without a care in the world
While life on the ground race around having fun.
Looking toward the West I saw a horizon of dreams
Awaiting me as I continue my travels of possibility
That will complete my journey of spiritual awakening
and cleanse my soul of all impurities.
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