When you leave town full of things to outrun,
for peace of the countryside and there, in the shadows,
park power of many and mount power of one,
let the stallion carry you through trails in the meadows.
When light breeze of summer touches your features
and all of your senses drink up the floods
of emotions you get from these beautiful creatures,
with no words spoken, just hooves´ quiet thuds.
The noise in your head transforms into music,
a breathtaking symphony calming your soul,
your creative side connects with its muses,
the moment of present just makes you feel whole.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
When you leave town full of things to outrun,
for peace of the countryside and there, in the shadows,
park power of many and mount power of one,
let the stallion carry you through trails in the meadows.
When light breeze of summer touches your features
and all of your senses drink up the floods
of emotions you get from these beautiful creatures,
with no words spoken, just hooves´ quiet thuds.
The noise in your head transforms into music,
a breathtaking symphony calming your soul,
your creative side connects with its muses,
the moment of present just makes you feel whole.
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