Wild horses gallaping through the storm colors of black silver and grey as they toss there head becoming kings of the herd the stallion fight for his mare the thrill is in the air as each stallion battles it out to only have one left standing there flames can rise in the forest for they don't fear the fire designed for passion and desire when it was a instinct to run since the day they were born as wild horses galloping through the storm
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
Wild horses gallaping through the storm colors of black silver and grey as they toss there head becoming kings of the herd the stallion fight for his mare the thrill is in the air as each stallion battles it out to only have one left standing there flames can rise in the forest for they don't fear the fire designed for passion and desire when it was a instinct to run since the day they were born as wild horses galloping through the storm
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