Winged Horses
Traffic lights are red.
The radio broadcasts jingles
that could get into your head.
Across the way,
two horses face each other,
as still as a day with no wind.
In the silence of morning light,
winged horses take flight,
lasso my willing soul.
WHY IS IT CALLED WINGED HOURES
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Spelling Dylan, Horses, not Houres? If you look into the clouds, you might see a horse.
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