She rode the wave of exclamation,
a borrowed stirrup buckled the wind -
of promises broken,
turning pledges to gorse
yellow stranding into infinity.
She pardoned with forgiveness,
self serving without a kiss
and finished the morsels
the crumbs
of her hard fought victory.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
She rode the wave of exclamation,
a borrowed stirrup buckled the wind -
of promises broken,
turning pledges to gorse
yellow stranding into infinity.
She pardoned with forgiveness,
self serving without a kiss
and finished the morsels
the crumbs
of her hard fought victory.
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