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Dark horses
Swift through trees
Shadows creep
As they create a breeze
In the leaves
And shape shift in the night
Dark horses fly
Through fields of moonlight
They fear not of fear
They run
They are free
Dark horses flee
from you
To me.
To me.
Sounds like the prologue of a short story or a book! You are setting an interesting scene :-)
ReplyDeleteEerie, introspective, foreboding...lots going on here, Betsy! Really like this.
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