A questioning whiny breaks the sound of approaching footsteps
Deep brown eyes glint in the midmorning sunlight as a figure appears
A powerful spark when both sets of eyes meet
A reassuring neigh comforts and warms the heart
A firm stomp to show he is ready
A smirk from the rider
A majestic creature galloping through the fields, we begin
A confident leader takes charge; there is nothing that can stop us now
A ray from the sun warms my face and glints against his golden hide
He is free
A perfect unit moving rhythmically through the wind
A mane made of silk flowing behind him
I feel my troubles flowing behind me, and leaving me
I am free
He rears up to the sun
No real destination, no true reason for the ride
We are free
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
A questioning whiny breaks the sound of approaching footsteps
Deep brown eyes glint in the midmorning sunlight as a figure appears
A powerful spark when both sets of eyes meet
A reassuring neigh comforts and warms the heart
A firm stomp to show he is ready
A smirk from the rider
A majestic creature galloping through the fields, we begin
A confident leader takes charge; there is nothing that can stop us now
A ray from the sun warms my face and glints against his golden hide
He is free
A perfect unit moving rhythmically through the wind
A mane made of silk flowing behind him
I feel my troubles flowing behind me, and leaving me
I am free
He rears up to the sun
No real destination, no true reason for the ride
We are free
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