dark mare, run
do not waver
sight on the horizon
night does not disturb
coldness you cannot oblige
fools stagnate, wallow in pride
eyes on the rise
dark mare, run
Christina Schmidt, MA
armedwithcoffee.com
“Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.”
~ Jean Paul Sartre, Selected Essays
Beautiful Christina.
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Thank you, short-prose-fiction 🥰
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My pleasure.
Gabriela 🙂
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He must have been with Simone de Beauvoir at that time.
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Nice blog!
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I’ve been reading this poem of yours each day since its posting, and found the gait of it build from a timid trot to a gallop.
It is helping me on my current quest. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you. Quest is correct 🙂 (speaking for myself, respectively).
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