Year of the Horse

March 31, 2014

As I was running wild through the field

I came across a man

My anger did yield

Gentle soul stroked my face

I did not shy from his touch

Fingers and mane interlace

I am your wild horse

The only one to tame my fury

And make me love

You keep my wild

You love me for who I am

I will never seperate from you

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