In the morning mist or twilight's glow,
A little horse, a friend to know.
With a spirit wild and heart so free,
Galloping through dreams, pure as can be.
In the pasture's embrace, a playful force,
A four-legged joy, this little horse.
Whinnies soft, a lullaby,
Let's play together just you and me.
My little friend
© Copyright: Светлана Бедункевич, 2023
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