Sunday, February 7, 2016

The Rider Comments

Rating: 5.0

High dusk at noon,
There is a child born under the moon,
she cradles the saddle of satin white,
Free of reins that stride in hooves.
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Elliott Rosenberg
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Ratnakar Mandlik 07 February 2016

A lovely poem with rhyme and meaningful too. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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