I start to Gallup,
In a green field full of grass.
My long brown hair is flowing in the wind.
I can see my rider,
Far in the distance,
Just watching me.
I can hear my hooves,
Hitting the grassy floor.
I stop,
look at my rider,
And gallup away.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
