The Black horse
Saw a beautiful black horse,
stomping her feet in pride,
up and about in Meade's hollow
beautiful, shining mane ,
loftily moving, gaily neighing
loving every sight she sees
it seems....
Followed her for long,
admiring her attitude,
over the varying altitude,
I forgot my path,
long ago......
towards oblivion
in my heart,
I forgot my path,
I still follow her,
to reach that dreamland,
where nobody's step,
ever dangled
A place,
mine and mine forever
stomping her feet in pride,
up and about in Meade's hollow
beautiful, shining mane ,
loftily moving, gaily neighing
loving every sight she sees
it seems....
Followed her for long,
admiring her attitude,
over the varying altitude,
I forgot my path,
long ago......
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The black horse
is still moving,towards oblivion
in my heart,
I forgot my path,
I still follow her,
to reach that dreamland,
where nobody's step,
ever dangled
A place,
mine and mine forever
Comments
Why not follow a white horse was my curiosity
Thankyou Purnima aunty, its a very good question:
well all of us know that a black horse, the dark horse is the one who gallops forward, without the knowledge of anybody, in a secret way. I wanted to associate a secretive quality to the poem, and white horse is never associated with secretive motions, white horse is always associated with chivalry, bravery. So the black horse!!!!!!!!