Josefine Cronholm - Horses

Far from the sound of the people,
the mountains
There, on the edge of the hillside,
the horses
Their manes fluttering in the wind
They run fast and wild against the sun

See how the colors are changing
the autumn
Birds passing over the valleys
and rivers
Their wings touching the sky
They sing,
all is captured
in the horses´ eye.

Written by:
JOSEFINE CRONHOLM

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