Horses by the spoonful
Tears filled the lake
I could whisper my thoughts into the breeze and no one would hear me
By the olive trees under the hot Italian sun, I was alone by the hills.
No one would hear about how much I yearn for love
No one would hear about how much I yearn for adventure
No one would hear about how alive my spirit is
No one would hear about the courage of my heart
No one would know my name
No one could see me
No one would think of the man by the olives
No one wanted to be me
As I laid there with a smile on my face,
I could heard the gallop of a wild Brimbie
As the horse came galloping towards me, I gasped in shock and it disappeared into mist and crawled into my lungs
The end
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