the white horse



there was a stallion,
standing there,
with his mane flowing in the wind.


he looked at me,
i looked at him,
he came galloping towards me.


he stood infront of me glaring into my eyes,
it felt like we had a connection for a minute,
he glalloped off.

and that was the white horse.



Poetry by kerstie
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Written on 2006-09-14 at 13:12

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Dani
not bad, keep trying though
2006-09-14