I’m gazing at grace,
Amazing grace,
Riding the windswept moors:
Ballerina curve,
Ear to tail,
Mane like a sail,
Gliding...
Natural grace,
Childish grace,
Wild as the blazing gorse,
Racing the sky,
Chasing the gale,
Surfing the high heath trail:
Equine, of course,
Flying.
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