Dead Stallion (Orange Summer part 4)A Poem by Robert WilsonHe finally meets the girl in person
Wounded angels sometimes fall from Heaven
One of them fell at my back door today She wore an Alice in Chains shirt And had hair the color of death Her desert hands led me to a meadow Where fireflies dance under the star-flooded sky We embraced like a snake and a tree And I kissed her cardboard lips She's so beautiful Like a dead stallion. © 2008 Robert WilsonReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 25, 2008 Last Updated on May 26, 2008 AuthorRobert WilsonMorgantown, WVAboutRead my writing. It will tell you all you need to know. more..Writing
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