• Laura Grá

Astrayed

The horses in his hair are running to nowhere,

On roads of silent passions,

In lost thrills of compassions,

,

In rings of mute delusions,

In mouths of sweet illusions.

Nowhere to find his waters

In hopes that truly matters,

On fields of rambling dreams,

In everything he feels.



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