Old farm truck
Making its way down the dirt road
Kicking up clouds of dust and muck
That lift and fall on the heated wind
Past a crossroads, where she stands, steadfast,
In waiting
Stopping, reversing, back to that point and time
Not sure if he saw her, the dust blows past
This is the one, he looks for a sign
He has met her before, in many dreams
This time was real, this time was now
This time more than just visions it seems
This time souls met.
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