I chase down the dawn
A silvery brumby running
Wild and free
My hoves galloping in syncopated rhythm
Of natures song
Memories of crashing waterfalls of oceans
Claiming my thirst
My dry tongue
Haunting forests
Thick of silent fern and sacred violets
My only contentment of drowning peacefulness
Limitation is only but the boundless fields of the hillside
I run, wind lashing at my tangled mane
Deep dark eyes taking in the heavenly beauty that evolpes me
And I run
Waiting
Lonely in untamed freedom
For my spirit to be finally broken
By that of a kind hand and a gentle mind
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