Fragment of a Dream. When I awoke it was still raining and The roof, still leaking. A sense of Emptiness, felt cheated, hadn't been Dreaming much, except for seeing Some horses galloping across the pampas Of Argentina, flaring nostrils and flying Manes. Came close to a dusty town and were lured Into a coral, wills broken to nil, tethered On a field, sad eyes looking longingly towards The pampas. I've seen those eyes before In old sailors, by the shore, looking towards The sea and the far ocean they shall not see, Except in their dreams.Birth sign: Scorpio
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