They gallop in the round, in a cup of happiness or sorrow.
In the fields of my imagination, wild mustangs race in the wind
Fulsome manes unkempt, hoofs sparking
Supple flanks flex in glorious shades of sienna
Bronzed coats glisten proud
Graced by the palette of the sun
They gallop in the round, in a cup of happiness or sorrow.
In the fields of my imagination, wild mustangs race in the wind
