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Spirit of dust devils
Just another traveling soul
longing to join you with all that I own
The softest breeze will mix us together,
a gentle tornado beside the road
However we mix, we carry earth.
Dust and seeds and the sounds of life
With sundown the breezes stop in the chill
We didn’t go anywhere. Still we are missing
The clouds didn’t find us. Neither the rain
We didn’t leave for the ground or the trees
Our habit is lost, so we wait without being
First morning breath and we start again
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