Horse with no Rider

Horse With No Rider


In a vengeance there came,  The hurried and faster and wilder Soul searching where nothing's the same; like the horse with no rider. 


Passions still infuse the heartstrings and My spirit is in tow.  The church bell rings while the tears endeavor to flow.


The end of summer and autumn has been spent.  There is that familiar chill where the hope is bent.And like the horse without his rider, I hate the freedom still.

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