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Bleach White horse

Golden beams of fire sparks falling on my head
watching towards the horizon for his bleach white horse

waiting for his gently choice
wishing he were in my arms

wait, what could that be in the yonder light
it's he of whom my heart belongs

riding back alive from war
galloping up into the yard

I run into his dust filled arms.

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  • Haygood gold member
    November 13

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    I like this.

    It is abstract writing. Most of it I don't get. This is good. I get a sense of a woman standing and in her mind, a white horse with her hero on it. Thank you for the entry.