endless
long
winding
trails.
Time elapsed
in your
thought
process
distant
obsessions
come
to
light.
Truth
erodes
in the
form
of old rust
on fences.
Left behind
undesired
by
the sunlight.
Only visible
to those
riding
ghost horses,
broken horses...
Galloping
through
the streams
and hallow
paths.
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