Across the Water
The winds awaken, wild and free,
A shadow dances upon the sea.
With fire-lit eyes and flowing mane,
A spirit rides the storm again.
Through foamy waves and shifting sand,
A force untamed, a dream unplanned.
The earth may call, the sky may weep,
Yet onward runs this soul so deep.
No bridle tames, no tether holds,
A whisper lost in dusk-lit gold.
For in its stride, the echoes say,
"Run with the wind—become the day."
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This piece is an old print artwork of a horse, likely from the 1980s. The image captures a majestic steed, its mane flowing in the wind as it strides across the water. Though time has aged the print, its spirit remains untamed, evoking the wild essence of freedom and movement. Inspired by this timeless image.
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