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Children run through windy valleys

Chasing white stallions

That gallop across sugar streams,

Unbound, unbroken and free;

Free as children are for a time;

Running with the breeze,

Touching tops of trees.

 But slowly they’re taught to conform

To be controlled by the norm.

With their imagination not encouraged

And their dreams clouded with doubt,

 They cease from chasing

The white stallions

They once could see;

Unbound, unbroken and free.

 

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Date: Tuesday, 24th April 2018 @ 05:51:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Durango

Children run through windy valleys

Chasing white stallions

That gallop across sugar streams,

Unbound, unbroken and free;

Free as children are for a time;

Running with the breeze,

Touching tops of trees.

 But slowly they’re taught to conform

To be controlled by the norm.

With their imagination not encouraged

And their dreams clouded with doubt,

 They cease from chasing

The white stallions

They once could see;

Unbound, unbroken and free.

 



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