How to re-capture life?—it came On thunderous hooves, Burst through me, Impaling my soul When he smiled.
Who was that masked man? (It was life, ma’am.) --But he tired of me, And rode on, And these endless horizons Have long since seen sunset— And night fall.
I Walk on alone. I guess Nobody told him We Were supposed to leave Riding double.
Leslie P. Garcia copyright 2002
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Reviewed by Delores Fossen (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2002
Thought provoking and smiles in such few lines. Fantastic!
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