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Riding Upon a Pale White HorseWhen the ethereal mists of the heavens kiss the rocky shores of the deep blue sea, and the sun rides high above the clouds, erasing the effervescent glow of the moon, Love shall eagerly come to us riding upon a pale white horse, and take us to a far away place that only our delicate hearts and eternal souls can share. Donavon Scott Vinson Dedicated to my dear friend Stacy Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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