Emotional horses summoned by the wise ones
Elegantly strive and gallop in front of our eyes.
Behind us the whole body of equestrian monsters
Jump properly over the obstacles of our times.
The entire mood has been achieved for looking at,
Moods and the motions beside them are actual.
Jumping and riding is the profession of men who talk
And also occasionally walk like men of understanding.
Elegance summoned the beautiful creatures
And essences of beauty are the reality behind us.
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