The
Year of the Horse
Your
eyes sparkle a laughter
As deep
as lost time
As you
run through the night
On
misty shores when twilight
Shines
on dunes and hidden coves
With
each trot a new promise
Standing
still in the snow
A white
mare by the seaside
Soon
spring fills the salt air
With
visions of swimming horses
Into
the dawn of summer
When a
full moon explodes
A young
mare in expectation
Tosses
her mane to greet
A lover
from distant shores
As
summer’s end unfolds
An old
story anew
The
year of the horse
Yvette Stenzel
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