Western Poetry posted November 11, 2010 |
Feelings about my horse Buster.
Kindred Spirits
by Realist101
Your touch, your gentle nudge
of trust ... This small joy is for me, as vast as the western plains! And I see a mountain range When I gaze into the window of your soul And you know who I am- by my love for you that will never die. You are mine, and I am yours bound by kindred spirits that soar until the end of time ... As we go softly now ... into the setting sun. |
Free Verse Poetry contest entry
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