Galloping horses.

by x-Emma-x   Dec 29, 2005


His mane streams out
flowing behind him,
as his neat pale hooves
dig into the soft golden sand.

The glossy contrast
of his black and white coat,
that stretches over his body
and is dark as midnight yet
white as paper.

His ears pricked
heart thumping
nose whickering,
as he comes to call.

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