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A WISH
A carnival of wild flowers
Whisper from meadow deep
And beauty is a figment
That so often only comes with sleep
Thorny hedges bear plump berries
Scarlet colour of passion's blood
A gate with creaking hinges
Where Father Time once stood
My spirited friend is saddled
Chestnut brown and mane aflame
Riding faster than the clouds above
With nature as one became
Skyward we galloped together
Abandoned thoughts we left behind
In search of a new horizon
Dreams of a tranquil mind
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