Memoir Rides

by introspekdt123

an equestrian
that owns a dance choreographed on sole by pale moon
shadows and WINGS those interested the way
backing made of two steps and a locale posed as a new shoulder diagrammed to make plays
contemplated as
ever more left to go fishing to reach a nest where certainly grows right-fully as rapidly as mold
looking to prove its presence in the era of novelty where its visitors relish in old
storage and facilitation whereas found a simmering on high
a longing, a sincerity and a gift that is absent yet mostly nigh