Morning Light

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(ballpoint pen and pencil; A4 toned paper)

“Never stop singing,
even when the music’s long gone.
I’ll be my own morning light
so I’ll be safe and sound.”

There used to be a white horse in my life. I called her Miranda. For a while I lost sight of her, but lately she returned. And it turned out she changed just like me.
She used to follow the wind, run through fields and tried to catch the clouds. But when she grew wings, she still decided to stay on earth and explore the depths of the ocean once in a while instead, because there was still so much to explore.