The
galloping horses
Quickly
jump out to the field
Bolt
open the doors finally free
The
burden knocking heads
The
open field of pasture
They
feel so good to run
Hard
on the galloping
The
wind of fire blowing
The
trees of shade
The
chirping of wild birds
The
galloping horses run
Breathing
with the wind
They
pull to a stop
Near
the end of a hilly slope
Breathing
hard looking down at the valley
One
horse gallops away
The
phobia grips its soul
Running
back to the stable
Licking
its short free ride
Staying
back to enjoy free food
The
remaining horses look sad
Knowing
the hard life ahead
They
bring it back and gallop down hill
Freedom
has a price so be it
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