Dark Beauty
It's dark coat shining in the sun,
Mane flickering in the wind,
The rush of the river,
A low thrumming gently growing.
Jet black against the azure sky,
It throws back its head
And releases a loud call...
Then came the reply.
It rears and calls again.
Turning, it flies
Across the bright green plains,
A dark streak across the emerald grass,
Like a shadow.
Coat as black as midnight skies,
The dark beauty soars
Over the rounded plains,
And the stallion re-joins the herd.
By Firelilly05
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The Poetry Corner
ПоэзияJust something that randomly came to me one day while reading. Mind you, i was reading something really happy when the urge to write this crept into my brain
