I See You Run
Published by GHC • Mar 10th, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry, by Madelainaby Madelaina
Springtime you’ll joy in the clover,
the dandelion fields you believe a wonder…
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by Madelaina
Springtime you’ll joy in the clover,
the dandelion fields you believe a wonder…
by Madelaina
Blossoms that bloom through not only spring
Are these wild horses, alive…
by Madelaina | With the battle for the freedom of America’s wild mustangs, I’ve read, gathered and dwelled on the many facts I came across, and the thoughts that evolved from them. So here I’ve composed a small but provoking collection of them to hopefully inform and inspire…
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The sand’s teasing glares subsided
as the world was swallowed in a mouth of grey…
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My girl talks about her dreams,
of glory and rosettes…
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My horse is my everything -
my breaths, my pains, my life.
by Madelaina | There’s this thought I’ve been dwelling on as I tried other hobbies (most of these attempts I think I failed, but that’s not exactly the point). You see, when you’re doing gymnastics, dancing or even singing, you often do it by yourself and alone…
by Madelaina
Braving the battles in the sky,
she leaned against the glass…
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It evens you in the saddle,
making two into one…
by Madelaina
As cloud comes today
You take me away…