Back To The Stable

back to the stable with Vincent
eying for a magical landscape

somewhere in dusty Mexico
on the hands of the desert sands

he is looking for horses
those harsh horses of the black night

he is on his journey
to plant the seeds of his solitude

i am tilling silence too
in the garden of my heart

silence listens to all the forebodings
solitude blooms amidst the skulls of hunger

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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