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Running free as a song, โ™ช โ™ซ ๐“‚ƒห–โ™ชๅฝก OUT WHERE THE WILD ๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽปTHINGS ARE. โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ

Black Beauty. Enigmatic as the wind.

By Antoni De'LeonPublished 2 years ago โ€ข Updated 2 years ago โ€ข 5 min read
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Sing to the tune of Marty Robbins' "Saddle Tramp".

Cho๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Beauty, proud, wild and free, her mane flows like a river to the sea.

๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Ebony coat shining under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched and untamed.

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Black as the midnight sky is the lovely Beauty,

wild as dark stormy clouds, she runs free

โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ

Hooves to the ground, she bucks and snorts,

wild thing raises her head and neighs,

frightened, alarmed and ready,

the grazing herd follows close

โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Tonight, wild belle bellowed, I shall be free,

no longer a slave in the remuda of human captivity

โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ

She remembers and vows,

never again would to be locked away

at the pleasure of the upright ones

โ™ช โ™ซ ๐“‚ƒห–โ™ชๅฝก

Now, in this vast and verdant meadow,

Beauty roamed with unmatched grace.

Her coat, as dark as the night sky, gleamed with a luster

that spoke of strength and splendor.

โ™ช โ™ซ ๐“‚ƒห–โ™ชๅฝก๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

An epitome of elegance, each stride an attestation

to her wild poignant and spirited pride.

Beauty was not always free.

Once, she pined in the constraints

of a corral and the weight of a bridle.

โ™ช โ™ซ ๐“‚ƒห–โ™ชๅฝก๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

The other mares, confined and tamed,

looked to her with mixed envy and admiration.

Her long graceful mane, flowing like a cascade of midnight silk,

was the envy of all.

They still whisper about her daring escape,

a tale that had become legend among the herd.

Cho๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.

๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

One moonlit night, Beauty raised her head to the roaring wind

it spoke earnestly, urging her to the call of the wild.

The air spoke in rippled whispers, promising endless adventures

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

and the liberty her heart craved.

Beauty bucked and whinnied, throwing herself time and again

against the confines of her enclosure,

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Finally, she broke free, her powerful legs carrying her swiftly away.

Beauty ran with the moon as her guide, the stars her witnesses.

She lifted her head in defiance and neighed her victory,

as the sound of many hooves thundered behind her.

โ™ช โ™ซ ๐“‚ƒห–โ™ชๅฝก

Her brothers and sisters ran, freedom in their voices.

โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ

Their journey was not without horror and challenges.

Rivers roared like lions,

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

mountains loomed like sentinels,

and forests thick with mystery.

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

But Beauty's spirit was unyielding.

She leaped over obstacles with grace,

and navigated treacherous paths with wisdom,

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Yet, she faced every trial with a heart full of courage as she ran

And so discovered the world in its rawest form.

Beauty moved within the shadows of forests,

drank from crystal-clear streams,

and basked in the golden embrace of the sun.

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

The young mare befriended creatures great and small,

from the tiniest field mouse to the majestic stag.

They recognized in her a kindred spirit,

one that belonged to the wild.

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

The meadows became her home,

a sanctuary where she could gallop freely,

her mane billowing in the wind.

Her beauty was not just in her appearance, but in her essenceโ€”

the untamed, indomitable spirit that could never be harnessed.

โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ

Other mares watched her with a longing that spoke volumes.

In her they saw the embodiment of freedom,

a life beyond the confines of their world.

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

True beauty lies in the heart's desire to be free,

in the courage to break free from constraints,

and in the strength to carve one's own path.

In every gallop, in every leap, Beauty celebrated her freedom,

a proud and lovely black mare, wild and free forevermore.

Cho๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.

๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.

In fields wide and skies clear, Her presence commands all to revere.

Each gallop, each leap a prancing ode to freedom, a wild romance.

Through valleys deep and mountains high, She races, swift as the windโ€™s sigh.

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

No reins to hold, no boundaries bind,

Her spirit, an inspiration to the wild kind.

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Proud and beautiful, she traverses the land,

A black mare named Beauty, eternally grand.

If only I were as free as Beauty.

Windsong, a human girl, stood watching the gracefully lovely form of the horse as she ran,

wishing to be like her.

Beneath the gnarled and bent oak, the girl did stand,

With dreams as vast as the open land.

She watched the mare with a yearning heart,

Wishing from Beauty, she'd never be apart.

โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ

"Beauty, wild and free," she sighed, "With no chains to bind, no need to hide.

Your mane flows like the midnight sea, Oh, how I long to be as free."

In fields of green where daisies grow, She felt the breeze, a gentle puff.

๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

It whispered tales of lands untamed, Of lives unbound, by no rule conformed.

"To run with you through morning dew, To feel the world, so fresh and new.

No worries of tomorrow's plans, Just endless space and open skies".

Cho๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.

๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.

Her spirit soared, her heart took flight, In dreams, she danced beneath the moonlight.

With Beauty by her side. Together they explored this wondrous land.

Yet still she stood, in the quiet glen, Her heart with dreams, her feet with wings.

โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ

For now sheโ€™d dream, but one day soon, She'd taste the stars and chase the moon.

A wish to be like Beauty, To live her life with wild glee.

โ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ

One day her spirit, bold and brave,

would find the path that freedom gave.

Choโ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.

๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.

Choโ™ฉ โ™ช โ™ซ โ™ฌ โ™ญ โ™ฎ โ™ฏ ๐ŸŽผ ๐ŸŽต ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽต ๐„ž ๐ŸŽธ ๐„ซ ๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Beauty, proud and wild, so free, Her mane flows like a river to the sea.

๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽป

Ebony coat shines under the sun, Graceful stride unmatched, untamed.

๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽถ ๐ŸŽปFREE!!!!

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