Evening Ride
Left behind all emotional madness to include the softness of wind across my tears and i ride hard across this familiar saddle your thundering hooves meandering music in the backdrop of my pain in this beautiful land of forced stillness. Open pasture to us, dusk lays low her seductive, sweeping garmet across miles of unseen and darkening brush and what reveals to us as quiet surprise results in our ultimate Oneness.
(s.stumpf ©)
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