connectionbetweenmyhorseandI
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5:30 am
The world is still fast asleep
Deep breaths of fresh air
Are captured in the windmill of my bones
Rising and falling as I do.
This horse holds spirit rumbling real strong
A loud neigh and a frightful sight, he rears
He is young and unsure of what is right and wrong
Do not be scared dark horse, for i am here.
How I try over and over to avoid the enjoyable memories we had together conecting.
