描述
A ribbon of asphalt cuts through the wild,
Where mesas dream and mountains brood,
Storm clouds gather, restless and riled,
Over desert’s endless solitude.
The sky churns gray, a brewing sigh,
Wind hums low through sagebrush thin,
Yet onward stretches the road’s reply,
An endless path through storm and skin.
No map, no end, just time and sky,
Each mile a whisper, soft and bold—
A journey’s promise, a wanderer’s why,
In New Mexico’s heart, on roads untold.
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