White horses gallop above the
Blue turf, racing towards their goal
In the distance. Their faces too
Focused at the goal straight ahead.
Drawing near towards their goal,
The horses retire for the day.
Big blue turf roars with great delight,
The people cower at her might.
She fights the war that blocks her way.
Warrior, some would like to say.
She reaches the end, bruised and cut,
She rests for the day, Both eyes shut.
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The Phillips Anthology
Thơ caA mix of persona-styled poems as well as personal poems - poems which have been a reflecting upon my life and my view upon life. Some filled with dark, saddening poems, whilst others show hope and light. Enjoy reading these poems and appreciate all...
