Graceful, strong,
With gentle eyes,
A horse of breeding, fine.
She'd let me ride,
In circles wide,
Her body trusting mine.
We shared our lives,
She watched me cry
When sorrow touched my heart,
She listened well
As I could tell,
Our bond formed from the start.
We rode through fields,
Up hills of green,
Beneath the golden sun
And now, she sleeps
Dear friend, love keeps.
And yet still, I know she runs.
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