The horse my dreams
A beautiful, black mare
She needs no themes
And has beautiful, black hair
She is kind and gentle
But a little wild at heart
Just a tad temperamental
And ever so smart
And in my dream
She gallops with me ********
And her eyes gleam
Glinting black
And when I ride her
All the worries are gone
We only exist, in the world of summer
With a beautiful dawn
I know not who this horse is
I say
But deep down I know that this
Is truly the horse of my dreams
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
The horse my dreams
A beautiful, black mare
She needs no themes
And has beautiful, black hair
She is kind and gentle
But a little wild at heart
Just a tad temperamental
And ever so smart
And in my dream
She gallops with me ********
And her eyes gleam
Glinting black
And when I ride her
All the worries are gone
We only exist, in the world of summer
With a beautiful dawn
I know not who this horse is
I say
But deep down I know that this
Is truly the horse of my dreams
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