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The whinny of the seahorse
Rippled in the tide
Bucking and wild
What a wonderful ride
He arose from the water
As his wings appeared
Upward toward the sky
And I, hand no fear
He calmed the closer he came
To a new door
Within the same reign
A hole in the sky
We traveled within
A new dimension
For us to ascend
A new world
A new form
A new dream
A new morn
Where seahorses travel
Beneath the sun’s ray
Across a new sky
And a sunny new day
Renee Robinson
