Over the foam
we race
storm driven
agile and swift
scudding
scarcely
tipping
each wave
with hooves
pearly damp
and sailing
clinging resolutely
fingers entwined
in his wind whipped mane
heels pressed
to heaving flanks
we fly
my mystical mount
and I
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