A horse's heart beats like a drum,
As soft light caresses his noble face
His head reaches up to touch the rising sun.
And human hands have their strings to strum
Leaving minds and hearts incased.
A horse's heart beats like a drum.
His eyes and ears tell of wild freedom
Of wind and rain and sun upon his face.
His head reaches up to touch the rising sun.
His soulful eyes see all you will become.
In times of trouble and in those of peace
A horse's heart beats like a drum.
To ride him is a privilege, you both are one.
Energy flows between you both as
His head reaches up to touch the rising sun.
In the eyes of a horse we all succumb
To soft light and childhood innocence.
A horse's heart beats like a drum,
His head reaches up to touch the rising sun.
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PoetryI'm going to dump all of my terrible poetry here for all the world to see. Just a warning, it can be pretty dark.
