18
Jan
2009
A Wild Run
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Category: Featured, Poetry
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When the sun begins to show it’s magical glow over the earth,
You know that this is your time to fly with the sun over the blazing fields of wheat.
You and your horse alone with a magical creature soaring through the skies,
As if you were racing the clouds.
But as the sun sets the magic fades until the next dawn.
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