Poem -

White horses

White horses

This mind, a mirrored reverie, a beautiful delusion;
a dream made with stolen fragments of sky.
Celestial teardrops that wept the vast oceans blue;
that drowned existence forever in the inky abyss.
Like a sunset, desires burnt to crimson blush;
only to sink beneath the icy white horses again.
But, it is here that we meet, to ride the colts,
to dance the waves, to feel the wanton flesh.
It is only here, do our souls collide, in this;
shattered pieces of memory, my only reality.

 

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YourJoe

Beautiful...rides like freedom

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Caron Swann

Thank you so much for your comment. I love to hear how others interpret my writing. xxx

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deano

Lovely Caron ❤️

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