Wild Heart ... The stars are ablaze in the moonkist night... gilding the horses in silver light. Their eyes glisten, their breathing frosts ...Tails swish and manes are tossed. The moaning wind around them rolls ...As mares gather close their errant foals. The cooling earth, around them swells ...with grasses and trees and daylight smells. As the velvet darkness falls around...A coyote sings out a lonely sound. Together they stand, a safety in numbers ...While one watches, another slumbers. Awaiting the arrival of the golden sun...Wild and free they again can run. FireFly
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 23:41:51 +0000
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