The horse is
Beauty in motion,
A loyal partner,
An honest friend.

A portrait in disguise.

Their manes are like cascading water.
Tails are proud, silky banners and
Coats shimmer in the daytime sun.

Muscles ripple beneath slick pelts.
I catch my breath
As their shadows dance
In midnight moon beams.
 
Large, kind eyes embellish
A forgiving face,
Yet passionate blood
Roars through their veins.
 
Horses are sacred,
Horses are benign,
Horses are wild-
Horses are free.  

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