Author: Expresso's Spirit [ Edit | View ]
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Date Posted: 14:17:33 08/14/03 Thu
*Shafts of light pour through the leaves of the Birch trees, golden patterns twinkle upon lush summer grass, and a sudden tranquility embraces the herd. The pond water swirls, gently at first, then with growing speed until a miniture tornado rises up and acquires the shape of a mare. The liquid equine tosses her transparent mane, bows her head, and closes her eyes. Before her flashes of previous times flicker by, almost like a movie screen. Sunny, love, Captain, love, Rainy, love, Windy, love, Clover, love, Goldy, love, the panther, love, almost drowning, love, moving territories, love, death, and still love. The mares lungs indulge on the sweet summer air, the scent of the horses she'd grown with, and the newer ones that were filling up her old home with a new kind of love. A fresh, playful love. She knew her home was in good hands. Stepping with confidence, the femme strides toward Clover. With a whispy voice she chimes in her ear* -My filly, if only you knew how I love you. Whether you are aware of it, or not, I walk with you. I'm in your eyes, in your manner, and in your heart forever. You're strong Clover. Never lose your sense of love. Never stop smiling. You're beautiful. I can't wait until you join your sire and I in heaven. Until then, be strong. I know you've lost faith...but he'll return...for you. - *the mare lifts her head and breathes in once more* - He's on his way back to you...you know he loves you still, the Flame of love you shared has not died...flame has not died... -* and with that she is swept up and raised high into the clouds. A light shower falls down upon Clover and the words,"I love you" seem to echo in the rain.
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