Martha's Blog
Friday, March 23, 2012
Wild Horses
Apricot sky, riding across the shore,
Not a soul but me and my wild horses.
All is calm at this hour, the sea at rest.
Spirit earth is quietly singing,
Quenching the demons of yesterday.
Fill me, oh fill me, that I will remember.
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