This is a poem about one's youth and energy.


A Black Horse


In the field, the black horse is running.
Oh, God, what makes it run like that?
Is it anger,
or strength? Or the wind?
Or the distant horizon is calling him?
Or hunger?
And it might be just
the love dance.




Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:53

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Sandy Hiss
This is a sweet, simple write.
2006-08-22