Saturday, 11 June 2011


You’re like many that I’ve known,
The girls of my hometown, some,
Who now I never see alone,
Have come close to you,

On my every step, your shadows
Follow, to my meadows and my pillow,
They will grow
Together; into darkness.

Of those I know, white horses came
Stampeding all to one great shore,
And on the sand they wrote your name,
And then it washed away.

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