Ghost of the Old West
The trollop of horses into our fathers minds,
Stare into the eyes of the men forever blind.
Infinitely seeing the hinges of time swinging,
Forever intensely.. For never ending.
Copyright © Scott Maxell | Year Posted 2015
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