The field is empty
The sound of birds is no more...
Breaking down
Slowly...
Sometimes
I want space...
Hurt
Pain...
Heavy Eyelids
Restless Mind...
The sun shines down brightly on the innocent face
A child rocks back and forth with the motion...
The cold wind caresses my hair
Winter has come early...
His hooves pound harshly
Mane blows wildly in the wind...