Sitting upon a desolate shell
Within the spiral all life does dwell
Slumbering naked on the white horse shore
Reliving night passions there forever more
Running in the waves in circles round
Sand dunes shifting onto broken ground
Sun beating down as it conquers new heights
Moon dancing on waves in the deep still of night
Arise sweet breath through the mist and the wave
Putting sand in a bottle for this moment to save
No surf matching grace as no thrill is the same
As catching and holding onto the white horses mane
White Horse Run
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