grooming
I see you standing there,covered from top to bottom
in caked mud
and as I scrape and
struggle to get it out
I sense your eyes soften
into a silent smile
and I swear your lips
curl at the corner
a horse's sense of humour
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2014-08-21 at 12:08
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