christina weinke

Rookie (April 8 1991 / Prairie du sac)

Beauty Of A Friend - Poem by christina weinke

Walking on the tiny tan rocks of the sand. Looking for my brown soft horse. Running to my brown soft horse. Leaping on the back of the brown horse. Holding tight while my horse rides. Throwed the tan sand. The ocean breeze flows through my redish brownish hair. Comming closer to the forrest. I leaped off my horse. Walking close to my horse. While we enter the forrest. Moving my hand out touching the rough brown branches of the trees. Walking around the forrest. Getting losted. I'm alone sitting on the dirt. Tears falling from my face.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 4, 2012


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