Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Riding phaeton

You go riding phaeton
Through the woods,
Horses' hoofs making a plunge
Into the dust,
And like a charioteer through the wild
Summoning songs of yesteryears,
You go throwing away
Dust as speck of gold
Drenched by the warm sun
Peeping through the leafy banners,

You go riding phaeton
Through the woods
Taking the path
Meandering.

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