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Spirit Of The Midnight Stallion
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Spirit Of The Midnight Stallion |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
He awoke from the midnight areas of the mare, Dark silken sheen stallion gleaming red eyes. Spirited born independence whispered aloud, Strutting liberty silhouetting moon haloes. Virgin terrain is his horizon of wilderness. Gigantic leap crossing, great voids of unknown. The stars are his kingdom’s guiding lights, Navigating him among arid lands of solitude. Ghostly herd of she mares thundering backgrounds, Manes flying free like wild-fired torrid mainsails Floating over hill and valley as a fog of reckoning, Swirling as dust clouds of spirited inner flight. Camp among a crystal glowing serene dreamscape Blanketing dreams upon the warmth of being. Awake the stallion spirit sleeping in your heart. Set sail with the land mating you to the soil. D.Lester 05/03/06 © De-Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
wow, I heard thundering hoofbeats.. felt my mane flying alongside those mares!  enjoyed this |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
enjoyed! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Loved the last 2 lines, but loved the horses in the night even more! I was watching in the shadows and almost forgot to breathe. - Owl |
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