She runs, and whisper-soft,
they tell her things. Secrets.
The pounding of her own hooves.
The bleeding of this indigo sky.
The why of silence.
She’s got lungs, and legs.
She’s got this air and these miles.
She’s got nothing
to lose. And everything
to hold, for this little while.
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Lovely.
…..And everything to hold, for this little while…….it hits my heart, remembering that little while.
This is excellent De. So much of this makes me see you running, catching your breath….lovely.