Sun Horses Run Free : The Poem

we are resting under a black cloth
breath writing white clouds in the air
the shapes of a path
hard to make out
they graze in a far away lair

someone will bath in moonfroth
someone will find happiness
someone will drown in cold wrath
someone will be killed by his heir

while all falls asleep, colors fade out
while voices may weep or may laugh
the world takes its course, runs its orbit
the world is writing its graph

and i know sun horses on meadows
that thou with bare eyes cannot see
they carry a plate of warm daylight
and I know that these horses run free


About fatimadjamila

+ Living in Berlin + Artist + Fields of Interest: Music, Literature, Arts etc.
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