Ghost Song
Ghost Song An old man and an old horse moved slowly and steadily towards the furthest mountain. An old man on an old horse. The old man thought of the many times he'd been thrown; the old horse, how many times he'd been ridden. They weren't in no great rush. The old man sat straight in the saddle, head held high. The old horse kept his head high too, letting his feet choose the way as they searched the clouds looking for any old friends they had passed on the way. A soft gentle rain started to fall, the horse stopped, the old man bent over and stroked his friend's neck |
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We do the same thing....thinking about how much we suffered As if our values are measured by suffering Thanks alot |
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