The wooden pony had stretched his neck for the first time. He takes a few steps outside and feels the thin layer of snow under his hooves. He gallops into the night, his wooden hooves thump on the ground as he does so. His mane flows behind him as the cool winters air hits his face. As he gallops, he embraces this new feeling, and the colour green...
The feeling and the colour of freedom.
❤Daniel.❤
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Random Poems.
ŞiirThis is just a series of random poems I have written which will be updated at random times! Enjoy!!!
