You mean, this “Pony-Tale”

As i wander of these


Said to be, “set so high”

Look into this limitless sky

These birds plane through massacres -tide

In fruition; i believe they call it, in tuition

Think of it as, an investment

These wandering things

Expecting nothing less than what it carries and brings

Clinging on–i’ll soar

To greater heights that entice

A means for more than ever concured before

As i walk through myself, i talk to myself

Barring a bow each present should claim

A ponies tail


Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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