11/16/2024
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In the golden light of evening's fall,
A woman stands by her horse, once tall,
Now silver threads weave through their mane,
And time has softened strength with pain.
Once, wild fields knew their dancing flight,
Where dawns were chased and stars kissed night,
Galloping trails, leaping rivers wide,
Braving storms with hearts full of pride.
Her laughter rang like a joyful bell,
As he tossed his head with a spirited swell,
Together, they conquered forest and plain,
Their bond unbroken, deep as the rain.
But now, the miles have slowed their run,
Their shadows stretch long in the setting sun,
Legs that once soared now walk with care,
Dreams of youth drift in the autumn air.
Yet love grows richer in its grace,
Lines of wisdom mark her face,
While gentle eyes, so deep and wise,
Glimmer with love that never dies.
They share a peace that adventure gives,
Echoes of joy in the life they’ve lived,
She hums old songs, he nuzzles near,
Comfort and warmth replacing fear.
No mountain's call, no race to win,
Just whispers of memories cradled within,
Soft brush strokes and whispered words,
In the stillness, they need no spurs.
For friendship never truly fades,
No matter how the years have played,
Love holds strong through every course,
Between a woman and her aging horse.
Their hearts still gallop, dreams still flow,
Where fields of youth in memory glow,
A timeless bond, a love so wide,
Riding forever, side by side.
