In time, I leave my place...
Detaching connection from the base...
Pulling away is my norm
To defy and not to conform.
The 'wind witch’ is on the roll,
Traveling without tolls.
Dispersing new beginnings
As the wind keeps blowing
Hostile weather’s abundant
And journey’s risks redundant
Opposers, haters alike
Bringing her down with spikes
Away from it all!
Even if she crawls...
On arid lands, contented
Free rolling... placidly rested.
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