Unfettered,
She runs,
In a distant dreamscape,
Made up of a thousand memories,
That prance in her head,
The childhood steed,
That has passed many years since,
Waits for her,
In the swirling mists,
She grabs for him,
Inhales the scent,
And wonders when,
This dream,
With its pureness,
Will end.
~Rei Shiori
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