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Wild Spirit
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Wild Spirit |
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prof.pishnu Junior Member
since 2003-03-05
Posts 21 |
The wild stallion galloping through the long blades of grass, Surging his way to the stream, lying yonder towards the bottom of the meadow. His powerful limbs allowing him to glide, to float above all he sees. Faster he gets, so very much faster; you see the fire in his eyes, The passion to live, to roam his meadow, to fly the skies. His tail whipping the air, creating hurricanes in the most distant of places, Powers so destructive, they could tear your heart from your soul. But does he notice, does he care? No! He's free, so very very free. His movements so poetic, so gracious, his soul so pure, his heart so full. Moving simultaneously with mother earth, stride by stride, step by step. You see this horse? It's amazing isn't it?! Try and picture him… His black coat, with the beams of light attacking his soul, running wild, galloping free. Then think to yourself… Why aren't I, him??? |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
The imagery is stunning. I love it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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