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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