Never-Ending Ride
Riding horses towards crimson sun
Ginger twists of her hair everywhere,
Smiling my darling enjoys the ride
While I only picture her eyes,
Could never reach her even
For a moment for a second,
Swifter I pursue, farther she runs
Craving her hands for a touch,
Neither near nor I am far
I'm not hers and she's not mine,
Now the park is closed, children gone
But I don't want this carousel to stop.
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