Running down. Chasing
Words forgotten. Never fleeing.
The earth breathing
Eyes seeing. Not looking.
Hearing your wonder. Feeling your awe.
I am the wind, the echo of my iron-shod hooves raw and unceasing.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Running down. Chasing
Words forgotten. Never fleeing.
The earth breathing
Eyes seeing. Not looking.
Hearing your wonder. Feeling your awe.
I am the wind, the echo of my iron-shod hooves raw and unceasing.
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