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In a sweet august evening
The last rays of the warming sun.
The fresh breeze making my hair fall down on my shoulders.
My soles leaving imprints on the sand.
And the waves erasing them.
Walking alone trough the beach.
My body’s here.
And my mind there.
Lost between my thoughts.
Kept admiring the beauty of the place.
Enjoying the ephemeral moment of peace.
Until i saw this brown golden horse.
Who captured all my attention.
He was standing alone.
Facing the sea.
A magnificent creation.
Holding strength and power.
The determination and the courage.
His dark eyes and his bright tint.
A pure Arab blood.
I walked towards him.
Holding the desire to caress him.
When i suddenly heard a soft male voice behind me.
"Hey, you’re beautiful, and by the way this is my horse".
© Fatima
#poem
The fresh breeze making my hair fall down on my shoulders.
My soles leaving imprints on the sand.
And the waves erasing them.
Walking alone trough the beach.
My body’s here.
And my mind there.
Lost between my thoughts.
Kept admiring the beauty of the place.
Enjoying the ephemeral moment of peace.
Until i saw this brown golden horse.
Who captured all my attention.
He was standing alone.
Facing the sea.
A magnificent creation.
Holding strength and power.
The determination and the courage.
His dark eyes and his bright tint.
A pure Arab blood.
I walked towards him.
Holding the desire to caress him.
When i suddenly heard a soft male voice behind me.
"Hey, you’re beautiful, and by the way this is my horse".
© Fatima
#poem
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