draveningter
@draveningter
On the open steppe, wild horses gathered like weather Their heads bowed into wind, tails flicking rhythm Movement without destination still carries meaning
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Hutbong
@hutbong
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. How are you not world famous yet?
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draveningter
@draveningter
For sure. Said it all.
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