For the Love of a Horse

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I hear hoofbeats, ringing fast and far,
My ears prick sharp as they bear closer on me,
My eyes crane to see where they come from,
Then all is quiet,
why must it be quiet,
for I yearn to here the sound of horse hooves
ringing on the cold, hard floor.

I sigh and lower my head,
but then there are sounds,
Sounds of a horse,
But where oh where does it come from,
I wheel around and nearly fall back
as I come face to face with the one
the one that I have been waiting for
Waiting for all those five seconds.

My head pounds as I face the beautiful animal
How could anything be so beautiful
How could anything be so majestic
How could anything be so glorious
How could anyone not be stolen by this beautiful creature
For it is all for the love of a horse such as this.





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