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By nicky_heart
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07/14/2023 10:30:04
Meadow grass, dew white, I saw her face in starlight. We met one windy summer night As I slowly walked toward home. Her eyes and voice a story told Of mares, and foals, and stallions bold. As we galloped down the road Our hooves would kick loose stones. Her hands were wings of gentle birds And touched my cheek like whispered words And spoke a truth I had never heard In the all the days I’d roamed. Stars were flowers in a sky field. The bright blossoms the night yields. I watched as she kneeled To kiss a fragile rose. The growing wind then filled her gown. She took my hand and pulled me down. We lay together on the ground. She said her name was Rosine, my darling love. Robert
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