Feb 2016
The white shadow,
With hooves of diamond,
Yet pigeonholed,
To live the life of a racehorse.
The smiling poet,
With heart of gold,
Yet pigeonholed,
To live the life of isolation.
With hooves of diamond,
Yet pigeonholed,
To live the life of a racehorse.
The smiling poet,
With heart of gold,
Yet pigeonholed,
To live the life of isolation.
I was told, sometimes being alone lets out your greatest expressed poems.....
