run
f l y
(it's not all that different
is it?)
soar, speeding steps meeting the ground
frigid wind w h i p p i n g,
breaths sharp and glacial
black hair flying, a gust s k i m m i n g through strands
exhilaration, laughter slips
from numb lips
so this
is it what it feels to be a mustang, (muscles tensing, contracting, stinging) wild and free?
she feels so l i g h t
she might blow away,
running with the wind
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a litany of ruminations
Poetry{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
