Comments about Gabriella Hart
Among the valleys and dusty moors,
lies hidden memories beneath the forest floor.
A tale so sad its never told,
a woman and horse, a match made in gold.
Every summer as the birds flew,
the horse would gallop through,
the mist and clouds to be with her,
a beautiful woman with a name of Fleur.
Fleur's love grew strong as the bond grew,
between woman and horse,
and a world that knew.
That one day this horse would see,
how much Fleur ment to thee.
Each passing day they rode along,
the passages that belonged,
to Fleur's dear ...