Seven teardrops

a whimpering child dreams…

Life of play


an hardship

that en-which no soul

has ever seen…


A blind dances of love


the bright brilliant day..


As they gallop

within the colourful fields

of freshly cut hay..


The banter in friendship

and the quiet love of laughter

brings a soft end to this

very day…



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