alexandrawangswriting

Here are my poems and short stories

Morgan Horse in Moonlight

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When moonlight fills the sky,

Morgan horse runs through the night like a shadow,

Running through the woods,

Her mane like midnight spilling across the star-lit sky.

Her hooves kick up fallen leaves,

Making a whispering sound like chill autumn wind.

Nostrils flare as she tosses her mane,

Whinnies at the shadowed moon.

 

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