Stone Horse

Stone horse stands still at hill side,
Quiet,
Valley meadow strings in green and brown,
Wind floats flocks of birds at sky high,
Swirls autumn leaves to final rest below.

Life rise and fades at stone horse giant footstep,
Often taking refuge in its serene shade,
Stone horse makes a step in a millennium,
On his way to meet awaiting mare.

 

July 18, 2015

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