On the vast stage of life's endless race,
a horse, whose heart is burning, takes its place.
It runs without reason, without leaving a trace,
to the beat of the drum, which is the only mercy.
In the midst of pain and struggle,
in its ceaseless pace it never tires, never complains.
It dares to endure, through stormy nights and heavy rains,
for the sweet taste of victory.
Ah, the secret of the victorious horse,
its spirit is indomitable, its courage indestructible.
It runs for glory, runs to find a way, and
advances for eternal thrills.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 7:56 AM UTC
On the vast stage of life's endless race,
a horse, whose heart is burning, takes its place.
It runs without reason, without leaving a trace,
to the beat of the drum, which is the only mercy.
In the midst of pain and struggle,
in its ceaseless pace it never tires, never complains.
It dares to endure, through stormy nights and heavy rains,
for the sweet taste of victory.
Ah, the secret of the victorious horse,
its spirit is indomitable, its courage indestructible.
It runs for glory, runs to find a way, and
advances for eternal thrills.
Spiritual Poetry
