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11-25-2012, 11:39 PM
Between the steady beat of walking hooves and swaying branches the feeling of happiness could be felt. Drove about through the white air. Dead trees singing sorrow filled songs as a pretty young mare hummed bright tunes of hope. Sweet vocals brushing past the hardened bark. Hair swayed about with the cautious movement throughout the Arabian body. Delicate hooves trampling softening earth. As the snow began to melt away with signs of spring. Bone chilling cold still present within the sways of the wind. Abdullah's caring eyes, those bright blue orbs, soaking in the new surroundings she now calls home. Wherever she goes is her home. Belonging nowhere, never again. Or was that a simple suggestion. Should she stay here. Stay where death bites at her heels. Racism present everywhere, to harsh for a young bright lover. A mare full of life. They would break her and tear her piece by piece, till she was no longer naive to the world. Like the tiny bird hoping along the branch above her. It was naive. Foolish enough to flutter down upon her back. Sturdy legs stopped slowly, neck turning to press her nares against the soft fuzz of her shoulder. Ears forward, intent on listening to the blue birds tunes. Content melodies running to her eardrums. As the bird continued to sing she looked forward once more. Repeating before motions. One step, two steps, a precise leisure. Tiny claws sticking to her tough hide. Who would the couple meet today? |
