Wind blows past your nostrils
the smell of the rich soil...
beneath you
People think you a horse-shaped cloud
flying with the chattering birds...
and firy stars
you are a mighty beast of legends
and no one dares to believe in you...
except me
Author notes
Inspired by "Belief", acrylic on canvas by Carrie Smith
A contest entry
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Comments
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I like that image of the horseshaped cloud. It makes Pegasus seem more mysterious, hidden from people. "Poeple" should be "people".
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Thanks!!!
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