A white horse’s attempt


i thank thee for thy words that bring much joyeth
the land you came from took my breath away
but the black horse won more when he took offand
there will be a day i will search for thee

In the midst of our conversation we exchanged words borrowed from Shakespeare.

The rain comes pouring down the beaten night: perfect weather for a sweater
A cup of tea, and perhaps a thought to spare
for you
and me
i think, my heart is warm tonight


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