hills of want.

across the landscape the gentle hills roll. hills of want, tufted lightly with desire, folding into the horizon where the mind’s eye invariably wanders. drawn like a moth to a flame. needing to know. needing to see. needing to touch. needing to feel.
the hills of want receding as the light fades purple and gold giving way to the night and it’s blanket of crushed diamonds diverting attention from what waits for morning light. for the road that meanders between hills of want. for the road i wander among hills of want.

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