Heather Reid

Rookie - 160 Points [Floydfan] (Blackpool)

A Pit Pony's Lot

Mallifluent eyes searched the mind of the man,
As the cracked leather trappings were cast over her back,
Why did he do this again and again,
The man at the gaping mouth of the black.

Here day will perish into continual night,
Fertil colours cling to the edges of time,
Shadows dissipate and are gone with the light,
Leaving only transient memories to shine.

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