Luskentyre

She sits,

alone on the white sands.

The turquoise waters

lap upon the shore

in their white foamy way.

She sits,

between the ocean

and the faerie pools

at the bottom of the hillock.

She sits,

and the white horses

soon come around.

They gently nuzzle her,

kissing her long white hair

that matches their long manes.

She sits,

as they move away,

not quite in a circle around her.

They watch over her

as she sits,

and greets the fullness of the rising moon.

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