Wild Horses At Night. Poem by brooklynn dyer

Wild Horses At Night.



muddy kisses and wild dreams
are gone and all
that remains are these
faded pictures and
the dimming memory
of the wild horses.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lisa Emry 29 August 2006

wow that is really good memory wrapped in such a small usage of words. Beautiful and captivating. It takes me back to a forgotten place...

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