The Horse
I saw him as a vision
Proudly standing by the tree
Nostrils flared
Head held high
His luminous eyes
Like deep oceans
Glistened with excitement
Beckoning me to him
Each leg apart
He stood with pride
His mane flowing
Like ripe corn in the wind
I touched him gently
He moved towards me
The smell of him
Upliftin my spirits
I mounted him
My thighs caressing
The velvety flesh
My hands holding his silken mane
We galloped together
Swift as the wind
My steed and me
In perfect harmony.
By-Tahera Mannan
The theme selected- Horses
For the contest 'Horses or snowflakes or horses and snowflakes'
Sponsored by-Constance~A Rambling Poet~
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