Horses raced, girls laughed;
clinging bareback, flying.
Wave soaked salty copper skin.
Leaving the city, climbing up
the mountain where she rested, and wrote —
silken strands of water falling from streams.
Prompt: Margo’s Wordgathering for writing a poem about self – a creation myth of sorts.
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