Sunset of the Wild Horse
As the Sunset Rises I hear the stampede of Wild Horses Go Through The
Meadows, Their Shadows Moving Towards The East, Suddenly they Stop with
The Moon Rising and Stars Still Light begins to Light the Dark Sky Into a Stance
at the Watering Hole for A Drink and Night Slumber, Dreamy Nights until The
Sunrise to Begin Again.
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