Wild horses. Some mini-poetry.

December, almost gone. 2023 is upon us. What will we do in 2023.

Wild horses..

1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen,

her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness.

She wanted ancient cities and aged wines.

She wanted to learn the tango and 

she wanted a life filled with midnight flings.

Never-ending song.

Together, we were wild horses.

Seeking the open range and the sea.

2-  When the love had fled,

where do the lovers go?

Once rosy life had turned to blackness and 

once needed kiss.

Became less sweet.

When love wants to escape,

can you stop the escape?

3- I knew tomfoolery and

I knew madness.

Once I sought love and

now I am the seeker the sea.

Once the safe harbor of love had saved me.

Now forgotten man had learn.

His true love, the Pacific.

Is always waiting to comfort his soul.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[keith]

rolling stones 'WILD HORSES' better song with stronger message

as for your offerings ... all 3 have connection to the others
unique segway intent, short, concise
you got it going on!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Keith.