The Gypsy Roan – The Peaceful Pub

There is a storm gale in her eyes

and the stillness of her mane

waiting to gust the field

in leaf-red motion. Her back

carries the weight of my mind —

seated light, set to inhale

the morning chase. She seeks

that strain of abandon I love — a brisk wind

enflamed by trees, stories […]

via The Gypsy Roan — The Peaceful Pub

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