roar of splashing water,
tumbling from above,
greens and greys mixed,
eyes of sky blue and hair of honey brown,
damp with the morning dew,
the scent of blossoms floating in the air,
a gentle smile,
rose coloured lips,
a gleam of alabaster and breast,
the sound of melodious laughter,
as a white dove takes heavenly flight.
Grassy hills, I see a form, running free.
Jet colored hair with a feather,
mingling with black mane, running wild.
A herd of horses, a young maiden,
inseperable.
Horse Maiden,
ambassador between horse and man,
running free.
The breeze blows, the grass sways,
the horses neigh and play.
Inseparable, Horse Maiden and her herd.
What secrets can she tell,
about our four legged brother?
What magic does she know,
about our swift sister?
Only she can say and she's not speaking,
about her horse magic.
galloping on sand,
fiery pegasus takes flight,
only tracks are left.
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