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Nightmare

Pubblicato il 05/10/2017

Nightmare poem

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One night I saw

In a dream

A white mare. 

She was upon the hill,

Shannon river behind.

Her eyes were red and her mane was black.

She looked at me,

in the eyes 

Staring.


Her colt arrived,

Not being born.

His coat shining,

in the darkness

that were upon us.


Horses stay at the edge of what is real and the other world.

I realized that the white mare went to visit her dead colt.

She saw me and she didn't want me there.

Was private.


It's not my fault

I didn't choose to be here

It's a dream

She started chasing me

Biting and kicking.

Everything is dark.


I am now with the colt,

That's a night mare.

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