A poem remembered, somewhat

I fell asleep next to the little BabyHedgehog, and when I woke up these lines came back to me from many, many years ago:

alone in the empty valley
with a bundle of fresh hay
lies the white horse

he is like a piece of jade

oh do no be like gold or jade
do not go far from my heart

I cannot remember where I read these lines, or who wrote them.

I don't know why they suddenly came back to me, or even if they came back correctly, but I feel enriched.



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