on long graceful legs,
hardly touching the ground,
flying with unseen wings.
He looks at you
with his dark, mysterious eyes
that reflect his trust,
his love.
And hands over to you
his complete self,
his soul.
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| Skipping accross a field on long graceful legs, hardly touching the ground, flying with unseen wings. He looks at you with his dark, mysterious eyes that reflect his trust, his love. And hands over to you his complete self, his soul. |
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