As chocolate and nuts
Sweet with cream, crema...
Fathomabity eludes me
As my senses engage
And I tame, attempt, the wild and disgruntled horse, beneath my mane.
I get wild,
And let a calming hand tame me...
Gentle, soothing,
I am quick to realize where I am...
Once I'm touched upon.
Like memory sweet, I am in the grasses again, resting.
They are green, and there is shade,
And there is no place I'd rather be.
But alas,
It is only a memory,
Til the hand of God
Touches me.
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