There were horses
There were horses meandering
in an emerald field far the bullets
there were horses
their velvet muzzles dripping
with sweet dew
they were there
over the edge far beyond Dismal
meandering, beyond the locks
of spirit, beyond incarceration of
soul soar -
they were
right there
in that newly
sancrosanct spot
where now
a single rose
stands
proud and perfumed
bearing witness
bearing witness
to that time when
there were horses meandering
free
beautiful imaginarium
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