wild horses appeared through the willows
and for a moment I drifted through time
back to where the tumble weeds tumbled
and the canyons exposed open skies
gathering across wayward currents
driven hard by the wild inside
like a predator bred for the hunted
on the banks where forlorn spirits cry
howling out to the ones gone before me
a connection with the deepest desire
to connect with the power of nature
reigniting the purest of fires
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