Last ride
Althought she was small, frail, and had lost all her strength
with her passion for horses she made her way through the gates.
Climbing high into that saddle with a tear trickling down her cheek
the 80 year old woman made her way down the mountain peak
this was her last ride before her life may end ,but with her last wishes she rode faster and faster looking up to the sky she made it clear it was time to say goodbye
with one last breath she started to fade away and her story will still live on till this very day.
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