When you sit on and then move with a horse you feel how powerful he is, but you never admit how weak you really are.
You don't have to close your eyes or even look up to find an answer you just have to want an answer to come, and then ask.
Some flowers blush sensing their own beauty and the love they feel from us
When leaves turn bright colors in the fall they make one last effort to compete with the flowers
Inside down deep a dancer lives. One way or another the dancer will get loose eventually.
I love it when you stare at me but my arrogance is entirely your fault.