Put your faith in flying horses,
their velvety grey wings
tinted snow white as the winter sky.
Dream on those wings--
faith in flying horses.
Put your hands in the air
touch silken clouds and
dusty breezes.
This is where they fly,
horses of grey, gold, and
pale garnet, like treasure of
rustic pirates.
Flying on the sea,
pirates see horses, flying in the sea.
Put your faith in what is
known,
flying horses do.
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A silly little poem that I thought of one night out of boredom.
PAGE CREATED: February 17, 2000
LAST UPDATED: February 17, 2000
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