Spirit Horses

Out of the early morning mist they rose
The sound of thundering hoofs up close
The spirits of the young and old
Combined here in a flash of gold
Father Sun's warmth, Mother Earth's scent
A thought, a dream, but fast it went
These guardians of the future, rulers of the past
Drifting shadows, moving fast
My spirit horses...

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