A Horse
Befriending the wind,
His royal mane flows,
Inexorable, spotless white, there he goes.
Galloping away freely,
Away from this ruthless world .
His eyes lively,
His happiness swirled,
Searching for his destination,
A place to where he belongs .
Looking for his designation,
He calmly longs.
Across the highlands,
Crossing the streams,
Over the mountains,
Across the fields .
His head high,
And so is his spirit .
He gives away a deep sigh,
His attitude should get a credit .
Copyright © Jasmine Grewal | Year Posted 2015
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