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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2010 Aug 15 Comment on this Work [[2010.08.15.04.12.12167]] |
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A horse standing still the tempest is past through the hills rain still dances storm's billowy last cold from the torrents of cumulonimbus harass I stand here shivering, but my legs.. strong and fast And I wait for your saddle your spurs and my task wait to run far away to where spells are not caste and to arrive, your legs squeezed round this heart's carapace, at perpetual laughter and kisses forever and where time does not pass |