Dream
written by: Anna Banasiak
white horses jumped
from the black thoughts
closed
in the open window
they rush play
grow in a dream
sharp words
fall into memory
wound
outside the existence
white horses
run
helpless
in infinity
I'm a poet and writer, I'm interested in art therapy. I love helping people through art.
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