like the wild horses
running through the meadows.
They are wild
because they are free....
and theirs steps are
the ones that guide us
to the source of it...
It is up to us
to chose the right path
so our thougts will find ,
at the end,
the light....
A contest entry
- Inspiration by ThatColinKid.
370 points, ended October 15, 2008, 12 entries
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