日志
my dream
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as wild horses we run on the field
unprotected of bullets, without any shield
running through names views and forces
running so fast so free as wild horses
freedom in us will always be fast
unconditional pleasure remains the last
of all the feelings we can ever describe
running towards an invisible prize
how many wild horses are there inside?
where do they go without any guide?
does it really matter if they get somewhere?
if all they do is to run free unaware
as wild horses we will run and run free
between hopes and leaves, a hidden tree
we will share secrets sharing wild sites
so wild wild emotions of foreigner sights
in the field the air is mixed with dust
in my heart love is blended with lust
passion is strong so strong in me
emotion wild horse running so free
