Galloping
Running through fields,
Wind in the mane,
Holding on tight,
Your surroundings start to blur,
But the smile remains plastered.
Putting your trust in the horse beneath,
letting your worries melt away.
It is only you and the horse,
and there is no place else you'd rather be.
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