Interstate 77

sunset to sunset
I travel the melding
treetops of gold, amber,
mahogany and simple yellows
I taste the red wine
of the dying sky as
I continue my journey
Freedom is my best friend,
love carries my wings
I fly higher than high
and farther than far
along the borders of
the outlying east coast
I am the river run
wild, yet I am the
gentle baby child
Molded in an ancient
warriors image with a
spirit that protects a
divine gentlemanly soul
I journey on searching
for that one sunset

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2 Comments

  1. Beautiful!

    1. Nochecazador says:

      Thank you.

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