The spirit of horses,
with the cappuccino color,
manes of the cat's eye black,
running as free as birds who sing.
A child stands by,
and watches this freedom,
she looks over her shoulder,
and notices a butterfly passing by.
Those who know this freedom,
will never give it up,
there's too much hate,
to give up that freedom-to give it away.
A newborn puppy,
with its eyes closed,
until they open,
he will not be exposed.
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