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A Wild Dream

A wild horse freedom’s fiery flight courage is his nature power to face Gaia’s moods flaming transitions. A stabled steed quickly fattened fortitude’s broken back long days awake memories no longer made, stilled. In corral fleeting dreams arise greet the day breaking free one jump and freedom anew just keeps beckoning.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 4/25/2019 5:31:00 AM
I feel like I am a wild stallion, breaking loose, and no one can catch me. I doubt I will be able to be put back into a pasture today!
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 4/25/2019 11:57:00 AM
Why should you be? Run! Thanks, glad it made you feel wild.

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