The Old T'ang horse


Old pink and risky with dust


something I always cherish

something that always put a


smile on my face at the end

of the day.




Buff clay pinkish and trace

of black white slip.I remember it

like I was just playing with

it yesterday

The Old T'ang Horse








It was my bestfriend while I

was little never left it anywhere.

But soon I started to get older

things changed.

The Old T'ang Horse




The Old T'ang Horse started To

collect dust sitting on top of the dresser.

The color started to fade just like

old black jeans.I started not to care about

the Old T'ang Horse.