it all began
and it all began
as the rain told its tale
to the soft ground under her feet
she listened
turning the corner
leting hurt free
horses following new paths
calling her to join
promising freedom
the birds singing at night
roses in winter
underneath the white moon
and his enigma
closer to her
as the years went through time
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-07 at 07:16
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