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Brahma Dark

Death rides a pale horse, it is often quoted to resurrecting bitter memories it is devoted But the killer of dreams is Brahma dark and with a twist of its head, hits its mark I’ve ridden the memories until I’ve about lost count Sometimes I wonder which of us is actually keeping score and I’d gladly welcome that pale mount just to dare to dream once more © July 2004

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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