Guided Always Blog Archive on August 21, 2009, 8:00

by Madelaina, age 13

The glow that breathes upon the air
Are millions of glistens in a horse’s stare.
Clouds mottled blue and purple throughout the days
Are the icy pelts of dapple greys,
And skirting these herds of passing steeds
Prance sunny palominos, our eyes they lead.

Winter frost ponies lace up the glass
In grand migrations.
Blooming in frisk,
Blossoms wild inhale new dawns,
Stretching their petals in waking fashion,
Yawning out pent-up neighs.

Amidst the darkest hours with no direction,
Around I

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