Angels Without Wings....
When I am on your back,
No courage can I lack.
When we soar thru the air,
No feeling can compare.
You help me to fly,
Without you I'd die.
You are my truest friend,
For always, until the end
I was just sitting here looking through some old poems and found this one. I wrote it while riding her actually...well, in my head. :) I waited till I dismounted to put it on paper. Good old Beloved....I miss her a lot.
No courage can I lack.
When we soar thru the air,
No feeling can compare.
You help me to fly,
Without you I'd die.
You are my truest friend,
For always, until the end
I was just sitting here looking through some old poems and found this one. I wrote it while riding her actually...well, in my head. :) I waited till I dismounted to put it on paper. Good old Beloved....I miss her a lot.
1 comment:
Beloved!
I miss her too.
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