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A poem written about my horse ride to clear my thoughts. |
| Swift and fearless, through the night air. Gently rocking, hooves beating, and dancing, in a soothing rhythm, with the night. Cool fingers, gently touching, as you ride, in the night. Mind at peace, not a single thought. As moon shines over head, darkness engulfs you, as you ride, into the night. |