There are roads we have been walking
For many times, for many years,
It looks like tricksy fate is joking
And mixing up our dreams and fears.
In times when life is getting worse,
And fierce storm doesn't let you pass,
Just close your eyes, imagine running horses
Amongst the field of silky grass.
They are the spirits of the wildlife,
The wind of freedom’s hidden in their manes,
In them, the ballet dancers' airiness is alive,
The one, who saw them once, would never be the same.
And there are no regrets, no sadness and no pain.
They're free to choose the roads, free to run or dance,
They're free to keep on running whether sun or rain,
Just look at them and you will get a chance.
And question "how?" now gets its answer
As if God's always on your side.
You see wild horses, gentle dancers,
Their dance will always be your guide.
Running Horses
© Copyright: Павел Самарин, 2019
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