27 September 2012
Breases blow warm and full of summer grass smell,The brease blows threw The chestnut sorrle mares mane and tail to afraid to look down at The sight she might fall from The mares back, She had watched The mare be born,She trained The mare as she sat on The mares back and thought wow this Is what my dream means i was ment to bond With this mare,
she had been told for a long Time That her dreams were just That dreams nothing More
You Think But Dont • Opuss № I