SookyA Poem by Brid
Dreams like a
willful and headstrong child of hoof-flight, through the dusty passages of her past, into wide open spaces Never go back again, for what is lost is gone, and once it is gone it is only a memory, but as always, when she sleeps, she dreams with no saddle
© 2012 BridAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBridORAboutHello. I am only in high school, but I love writing and just want to improve. I'm considering a career in something writing-related, maybe an editor? I try to be realistic, though, so I'm not pinni.. more..Writing
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