Ride me a stallion, Wild and black. Whose hooves are of onyx And mane of flax. A devil in his darkness, As he rears to the scent. Galloping the half-light. Reins to the vent. Race through the night, to a place we could be. Where we’d gambol the shoreline With the spray from the sea. And the moon of the morning Shall wither away. But the sands leave the imprint That we rode out this way.
Reason for writing:
This is for anyone who dreams!
Birth sign: Gemini
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