The past is a foreign country
Saturday, 9 August 2014
1994-02-09: Drumming hooves
Drumming hooves
Across tide-washed sands,
Wind steals the tears
From my eyes,
Muscles bunch and flow
In hungry flight,
Leaving behind
A slow-dissolving trail.
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