Stylo en main🪶 3 months ago
White horses run,
across the sand,
manes like clouds,
in hand.
Foam on the shore,
mirrors their grace,
a fleeting dream,
in this place.
Sunlight gleams,
on coats so bright,
a whispered wish,
in pale light.
Wild and free,
a spirit flies,
white horses roam,
beneath the skies.
#Poetry
add a skeleton here at some point