Galloping and free,
Eating miles away in minutes -
Never letting up in the race
That is forever set at fate´s pace.
Elegance and beauty;
A balance of power
To rival that which is thought to be perfect.
They move as they are born to
And forgotten are the rules
That man has selfishly created
And the fences he has foolishly raised.
They are what poets dream about
And what artists try to copy.
What man in his right mind
Wouldn´t like to be free
As galloping horses in the wind?
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