A new morning with a friend
Riding the earth on the back
Of a horse in the early sun
Playing dogs gathering dust
Impedes not my steed nor hers
Traversing a narrow path
Uphill flying like the breeze
Quietly as birds awakened
To feed before the hot afternoon
Stills all life till evening
Leaving little room for talk
While following her lead
To wherever she takes me
I will go.
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