A horse, his hair.
Through wind he blew his pipe, and watched.
The horse, ran and ran, back to wilderness.
To eternity, to infinity, to Eden.
To his tribe of freedom.
Poem “Freedom”
A horse, his hair.
Through wind he blew his pipe, and watched.
The horse, ran and ran, back to wilderness.
To eternity, to infinity, to Eden.
To his tribe of freedom.
NEEDLEWRITER 
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