tumbleweedsA Poem by purple-aftermathTumbleweeds in the wind, following the breeze leading nowhere. It shimmers in the sun, almost as if it was made of metal. I watched them, while I was in the desert. They don’t like being followed, almost as if they were human.
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Added on June 3, 2020 Last Updated on June 3, 2020 Author
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