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A Horse's Hoofbeat . . .

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When I look into their eyes,




I melt.






They strike me as innocent and majestic.
They prance and play like kittens with yarn.


When I ride them,



all I feel . . . is free.
Their never- breaking stride,



takes me away from my fears.

Going on for forever,






never taking a faltering step.
Running wild and free,

they are ever so powerful.

Nobody dares to mess with them, because no one can catch them . . .











but me.
Horses and I have a special connection,







one that can never be broken.




Nothing can pull us apart . . .










no one, no thing, ever.





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