He is standing there on the hill, As if rising with the sun, Pure bred, yet wild as you like, White maned, beautiful stallion. His colour blending with the early morning mist, Out of place on this world, Though he surely does exist. And as wispy tendrils creep round my feet, I feel a glowing within me, As our eyes meet, In that moment just as I was turning to go…… One day I’ll ride him, He wants me….I know.
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Nice poem, it made me smile. Hope your wish comes true. Take care.
fantastic write and im having a good imagery of that horse