Jump to User:

myOtaku.com: black-rose


Tuesday, May 23, 2006


running wild
Horses racing through the meadows,

the scent of freshly picked flowers breeze

through the along with the winds,

Its the middle of may leaves are changing,

the horses run wild through the meadows,

the scent of freshly flowres breeze through

the airwith the winds,as the sun goes down

and the moon comes up, horses stop to rest

in the meadows, till the sun comes up the next day














(you have 2 remember this was my first poem ever..)

Comments (0)

« Home