Flying With Punding Hooves

December 8, 2010
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A nuzzle felt in the palm of your hand.
The pounding of hooves that echo through the air.
The terrain whizzing by, beautiful land.
A chill, a silence, you are already there.
`A wisp of hair fallen onto your cheek.
A light kiss of sunlight, your face like art.
Splendid soaring, in which you do not speak.
Feelings of awe spreading through you heart.
You are running across the grass, you dart.
Flying high, feels like you can conquer all.
Not any one thing can ruin this part.
But, you will never know when you shall fall.
Nothing can stop you at this degree.
Your hair blowing, eyes tearing, you are free.





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