the sands flow through my wheels like hope through paper skin, she shines in the sun, black, with a dark light of her own, the wind chalks out its wayward poetry in its dancing speckles of dust, a poetry that i can feel and taste, i hold her as she glides on a path tread by many, i calm her down because she knows it's hers alone.. she sits poised with grace, dancing with the stillness of time, demure, under the night sky she burns in the moonlight, i look into her eyes and see the stars play with her in her song, she sets me free, angel, with wings on both sides, come... fly away with me.
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