Free from the barbed end of the whip the mare feels timid and afraid. Not knowing what to expect or how much worse it can get, she shakes her head in fear. Until she bows to the tender touch of one so pure of heart.
Loneliness is A state Of mind, Unwelcome And unkind. It creeps in Sneakily And wraps its Tendrils Tenderly Until the Host cannot Breathe And is left To only grieve. So stop it As it starts. And honor The others In our hearts. Cherish those On our minds Lest they Disappear In our lives.
Photo credit due to Mgg Vitchakorn