Once upon a time in late September

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Once upon a time in late September, I met this knight on horse, who was real sad. It was cold and dark as I remember, I asked him "Why?" He said: "I'm going mad". "Step down your horse and tell me what is wrong, I'll listen to your story my dear knight". While he made camp, I made some coffee strong, and we sat down at fire's flickering light. He held his cup and gazed into the fire, words came slowly when he began to speak, "Ma'am, there is someone that I admire, but every time we meet, my knees go weak. Out my mouth comes nothing but a mumble not like the tone in which I speak to you It's like my body, to dust will crumble I want it stopped, please tell me what to do" I told him that he lacked of self esteem That he should get a grip of his own mind That his senses could be working like a team and leave this insecurity behind I told him he should speak like in a dream because in dreams one can do anything that he should kiss her under moonlight's beam and bring a serenade if he could sing He sighed and said "Sweet lady, you're too kind not that your good advice I won't endorse But love, in that case, would be really blind The one that I admire………..is a horse" © text and photo: Titia