Black Colt MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown



dancing foal

as black as night

prancing and trotting

in the red sunset wind

whispering through its wild

mane, its silent hooves barely

touching the ground. its charcoal

eyes stare deep into my soul, as if

seeing something no one else can. his

mother is grazing close, watching his every

move as he dances closer to me, nudging, looking

for a carrot. I bring it out, feeling his soft lips against the

palm of my hand. then I wake up, realize it was only a

dream. but as I gaze out my window, I see two horse

shapes, one small and black, running off into

the sunrise.

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