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When you spook
and I land hard on the ground
when you stop short from a canter
and I fall on your neck
when you lift your head out of reach
as I trim your forelock.
Let's remember the times when
I think left
and you go that way
When I ask for a canter
and you give it
when I touch your brow
and you lower your head
when we're in the woods
and the sunlight dapples the green leaves
as you step daintily over a wooden bridge.
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I could feel the connection that you have with that mystical of all beasts, the Horse.
I'm not a poet and so can not help with the mechanics of this piece. However, there is a slight problem with the flow for a person such as myself. Perhaps a rewrite while keeping the ideas but changing the wording might help.
This is really good, you must love your horse.. but first of all use punctuation, it makes the writting easier to understand.. Secondly manage the length of your lines.. These don't fit, some are to long and some to short.. Overall again I'll say its a lovely piece and thankyou very much for sharing..
