The horse is
Beauty in motion,
A loyal partner,
An honest friend.

A portrait in disguise.
Manes like cascading water
Tails proud, silky banners
Coats shimmer in the morning sun
Muscles ripple beneath slick pelts.

I catch my breath
As their shadows dance
In midnight moon beams.

Kind eyes embellish
A forgiving face,
Yet passionate blood
Roars through their veins

Horses are sacred
And free

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Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds