Dark Horses
There I rode
along a twisting, wild road
along the side of a green mountain
where hot springs melted.
Down in a valley green,
cliffs and hills all around
sat a white stone house
and a little wooden barn.
Behind the barn, stood a little stable,
where two dark horses roam.
Beauty in those creatures shook me
to a melted core,
I wiped away the tears
and kept on the wild road.
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