A Poem written by me, Nadya aka Angel Mercury somewhen in 1997...

Spirit of the Horse

A wild horse races through the meadow.

Or is it just the wind ruffling the grass?

A wild horse splashes water all around it

As it enters a cold running stream.

Or is it just the wind playing with the water?

The rainbow - the clouds - the wind.

The spirit of the forest, the meadow, the mountain.

The spirit of the horse.

Is it running there in the shadows of trees?

Or is it just a game of shadow and light?

I can hear its hooves hitting the ground.

Or is it just the wind playing in the grass?

It is the rainbow, the clouds, the forest, the wind.

It is the spirit of the wilderness.

The spirit of the horse.

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