Sorrow’s end

Lit Up — November’s Prompt: 55er

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Pure snow stallion parades in the arena, unmatched in beauty.
Tears cool on my cheeks as I remember her.
I was Mother’s untamed stallion, called her legacy.
The powerful longing clouds my heart implacably.
I approach, and mighty creature pauses.
Bury myself in his mane.
Leans into my touch.
Comforted in embrace.
I breathe.
Restoration.