mare
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The halter...
The halter hangs loose and empty from a hand,
the hand that stroked the muzzle of the horse,
the horse she rode through her youthful life,
a life now changed,
changed now the horse is gone. -
My fox
My fox
my intuition
leads me down the path
to the sacred and enchanted grove
where buds are opening
to spread their magnificent smiles of colour
through the places that seemed
just the same.
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