The End Of Every Galloping! Poem by achuthan vatakketath ravi

The End Of Every Galloping!



three-beat gait three-beat gait
not a single pulse of time to wait
faster, faster than a canter,
he cantered up to the free air.
all four feet are off the ground
three-four clear hearts sound
like the free murmur of mind
each stride is a go to bound.

a fast running motion, turns our heart
for the moonshine, like a moon haunt
yes we are to sun-beam, moon-beam;
in a swift, we saw it was a dream
forced us trot to our own trait,
at length every galloping fret.

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it's simply a galloping we are doing from the beginning to end of life.
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