© Marie Marshall.
a peaceful feel here – perhaps a bit too peaceful
riding a sable horse…this just gives my fantasy wings..
Go for it.
yes that is death… probably
One of your best. I am reading it over and over again. Life, death and everything mixed up in this one. But, dear Cossack, what if it is rest and dreams? And what if God is the dream? But, perhaps you are the dream. And here I ride in my bedclothes… 😉
The Cossack feels your tap on his shoulder.
your writing leaves an indelible mark on me!
I guess it’s supposed to.
i like the drift of cossack
longing for an old simple chore painting the porch
or full speed ahead, gun barrel focus on battle
There’s no reverse gear on a horse.
just back up steps one at a time with poor visibility.
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