Remember the wooden horse was once a tree. Salta. Prison escapes his swing. Expect to find roots that will return to earth.
dreams of the possibility of re-sending messages with the wind. Wait for news of other trees. Drinking raindrops. Loved every outbreak of the trunk. Shelter among their foliage the bird. Protect its shade to the thirsty. Sing the song of centuries patient impatient traffic.
But one is a silent forest of glass and cement. Hell of silence impossible under the roar of burning lights. Wind infected quickly that does not stop listening. Missing memory and memory disappears after each storm clouds.
defeated the horse back to his prison wooden beam.
rock in roll is autistic. Erases memories of a world one day and now belonged not want.
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