Hoof dream
The buzz in the pavement´s memory
it rumbles, reproves and exclaims
a handful of hoof steps
his sentence rolls
and far away is the day
in which the wind disarranged
the freedom in your mane
hooves bleed
they step on your soul and spirit
falter the light
he tumbles...just a snort
and as if he had never existed
he dreams
dying not on the pavement
but graze
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