Horses

The way they shake the earth when they run.

The way their mane flows through the wind.

Their tail trails behind them wherever they go.

So majestic.

So strong.

So powerful.

They move with grace.

Their beauty is a gift to the earth.

As they run free, a feeling of beauty and joy fills me.

They are what we want to be. 

Majestic, strong, powerful, and free.

Horses are beauty.

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