A Horse
There was a horse, in this field,
White as any snow on Earth,
He looked sad as a sad owl,
But never pried for loneliness.
This is the only friend I Get,
He understood forests and clouds,
There was, a horse in this field,
Now I am too old to remember.
Copyright © Yann Rolland | Year Posted 2023
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