Shams' Muse

Shams, he is not it.  I keep trying, Shams He's a wild horse, this one No one keeps a wild horse,  not if they want it to be wild I watch from so far  I've become the hill itself with grass growing on me WIld horses come close but they never touch you

im sorry you wrote my cat died and  im sorry i told someone else  was not enough they said and they said and said are you okay no no one asked me that no one but i thought you might