Wild Horses

If I'd only done things differently...

Wild Horses

When all is done with nothing left to do, I think and watch the horses run,

It’s then when most I think of you, of things I think were left undone,

The odds, I think of holding you, a gamble left I think to beat,

I think if only had I seen it through, this story ends I think complete.


                                                                                                         t.m.k. \m/

The End

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