Wild Horses
The ground will rumble
Clouds of dust will tumble
The nostrils will flare
In the crisp evening air
The manes will flow
Like water from the melting snow
The hooves will pound
on the dusty dirt ground
running like there is no end in sight
like they were all in a fright
as fast and free
as they could ever be
as the wild horses
show their forces
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