A gentle wind
Blows within
The spirit of the horse
A mystical force
Ready to defend
A sensitive friend
At home in the mists
Here unknown realms exist
Gazing into the distance
Penetrating existence
The sound of galloping hooves
To a shamans drum it moves
Light shines in its wavering mane
Defying any chain
A head held high
Love reflected in its eyes
Freedom its eternal claim
Forever wild, forever untamed
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… and than the poem!!! 😀
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and then the poem indeed! 🙂
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Freedom runs true in the spirit of the horse. A fine shot and poem combination. What a marvelous trip. I want to get to Iceland and discover her beauty glad you are getting to.
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Thank you so much, Leslie and for passing by and take some time out to browse through my posts and pages too! Everyone who goes to Iceland is touched by her strength an beauty. You will love it too, I have no doubt.
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They remember what the wind has forgotten. 🙂
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Or, they remind each other 🙂
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