CutePommie
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again by my deaf son ....
The Black horse.
The silent , black horse moving in the night still,
Galloping on the forest's ferny floor,
Wandering along the dark mill,
Journeying across the moon.
Striding along the reeds,
The dreamers hearkening to it's call,
Stomping the blooming weeds,
The trees's gathering into a wall.
Trapped asit seems,
The night's fading away
Dawn comes, the sun peeps,
The stallion is fazed by the light,
the herd of the stallion call,
The horse of the night fell back to the herd that Day.
The Black horse.
The silent , black horse moving in the night still,
Galloping on the forest's ferny floor,
Wandering along the dark mill,
Journeying across the moon.
Striding along the reeds,
The dreamers hearkening to it's call,
Stomping the blooming weeds,
The trees's gathering into a wall.
Trapped asit seems,
The night's fading away
Dawn comes, the sun peeps,
The stallion is fazed by the light,
the herd of the stallion call,
The horse of the night fell back to the herd that Day.