Horses

Horses

I know about
                            the wild horses
                                                 in your head. 

Your skin, that sings
with the sandstorm of their manes.

My pulse also 
                            gallops
                                           with their racing.

The grasslands of my soul have been swept flat
                                                with the winds wept by their tails.

My heart has been worn ragged by their hooves
and I can tell you that unless you allow them to run free

they will drag you.

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