she runs with blinkers, changing
not her course, her dreamwith him riding on her with similar
pads and becoming one with speed
like a jockey on the horse racing
a harmonious linkingof two unlike souls, one
from the surface of the earth
and the other from a cloud floating
but impregnated not with raina sure unproductive providence
together also a mere vapour
henry victor 17.04.2014
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