Riding the waves

Two black horses were formed,

From the deep blue ocean waters.

They rode on,

Spirited and joyous,

Made from pure energy.

Nothing could stop them,

No ropes or whips.

The night did not hinder them,

Only strengthened their progress.

As they continued with spirit,

They merged,

Becoming one.

The milk they churned together,

Delighted anyone watching.

As they reached their destination,

They rose to the heavens,

With a mighty roar and a crash,

Leaving in my heart,

A sigh and a memory.

 

 

 

 

 

The End

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