She's as black as the darkest night. Wild eyed
and full of life. Running through the fields of
grain. With the sun shine, ever bright. As her
coat, her mane, glistens in, the golden light...
From a distant hill she'll stop to stare. Watching
you with a cautious glare. For she'll never let
you near, to her you are an unknown fear. She stands
high and proud, and yet alone. With a spirit meant to
remain, unbroken. No harness or human hand will ever
tame. That one was never meant to be named. Look, , ,
deep within her eyes. Can you see the freedom inside?
Do you feel it within her soul? Are you running with
her? As she throws, her head back, and turns to go...
Returning home body and soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lively description of a symbol of freedom. I did not think she was a horse. I thought cow, then left it to your wisdom to lead me to the end. Great use of words to describe boundless energy. We need more of these.
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