NaPoWriMo 3: Straying

Straying from home.
Running for freedom found.
Happy, foolish notions.
Thoughtless exhilaration. 
Mindless sprinting.
No remembrance of rationalism.
Guilt has no hold.
Just the howling wind.
And blowing leaves.
Restless movement.
And endless joy.

Stray.

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