Saturday, June 30, 2012

The Wild Mustang

   Grace in motion. A flawless beauty, a wild passion set free in
one spirited gallop.
   A beauty set free amongst the starry nights and sunny days.
   A lovely voice singing in the still of night as it flies on
winged hooves.
   Kicking up the ground and churning the soil between your hooves.
   The wind streaking through your hair as you canter
through starlit fields and across sunlit mountains. Searching,
straining to find a safe haven.
   Now your beauty, wild grace and gentle voice are in
jeopardy. You are slowing being lost to a growing
world.
   And once you are gone, you will never return.

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