When I saw you on the horse
I felt sun and wind
and shiver and
I don't know why
I wanted to rush with you
ahead of oneself to rush
holding on to the blown mane
to feel the space
to hear the clatter of hooves
and your breath
I wanted to have on the neck
even in the sleep
as short as this night
when...
I had a dream about you oneself
for the first time...
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