Wild horses and some mini-poetry. And a Beautiful Bishop Briggs song.
1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen,
her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness.
She wanted ancient cities and aged wines.
She wanted to learn the tango and
she wanted a life filled with midnight flings.
Never-ending song.
Together, we were wild horses.
Seeking the open range and the sea.
2- When the love had fled,
where do the lovers go?
Once rosy life had turned to blackness and
once needed kiss.
Became less sweet.
When love wants to escape,
can you stop the escape?
3- I knew tomfoolery and
I knew madness.
Once I sought love and
now I am the seeker the sea.
Once the safe harbor of love had saved me.
Now forgotten man had learn.
His true love, the Pacific.
Is always waiting to comfort his soul.
Coyote
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