morningwalk

frisked by a wind
intimate, fleeting
heart beating
hard as its feral greeting

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3 Responses to morningwalk

  1. In Blue says:

    love ‘frisked by a wind’….

  2. Penny says:

    Okay, what’s a brumby?

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