equine
Equines
Two horses and a foal graze on my land
twilight, gentle rain
I think of the days when ploughing
the field, a sturdy horse
a long furrow on rich black soil
what more is there to know
stroking a flank, the warm aroma of
a horse arises in still air
dreams are endless, in daylight
three boulders in a field
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