Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Unbroken

Behold this splendid sight,

Of bareback mustangs in the wild,

Flying on clouds of dust.

Prancing, drinking in the wind.

Cast off cares, not a despot to rule.

Nor shifting through garbs, that all chain.

No muzzle to stifle a spirited neigh.

Hooves thunder on all corners.

Swift and free. Regal. Unbroken.

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