Black Horse
A Black Horse
Running Across the hot desert
Its mane and tail are as jet as night
It runs leaving behind a cloud of dust
He runs, looking, looking for something
He runs from the dry harsh days
To the cool lively nights
He never stops
He runs trying to find what,
He is looking for
Will he ever stop, will he ever find it
You never know
You just hope, that one day
He will find it
So he can then rest
-amy tinsley 4laugh
MikoDarkMoon Community Member 
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