Riding a horse bareback down a country-western road,
looking about, feeling loved by nature itself, tempos
reaching within, giving a spiritual essence to the ride.
Now galloping on further, being captured by the beauty
of a near-by forest that allows solitude and generous
emotions to soar about.
Never really wanting to settle down, rebelling, keeping
self in a quiet solitude that's never dissipated through-
out life or loving moments.
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