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Poetry

A collection of free verse and some not free verse poetry. Some are better than others, all feedback is appreciated.

Passing

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by Arcticfox97

by Arcticfox97

Circling.

Hooves padding into soft dirt,

racing, running, unrelenting.

Another Circle.

Dirt hardening under heavy feet,

walking, waiting, wanting.

One last circle.

Dirt long hardened,

Worried.

Rain rolling down her stone face

mixing with the sea,

As she lingers staring at hoof prints left behind.

She turns to leave,

And waves of wind blow over

Soft dirt again.