Winter Hooves.
Like a living legend,
The majestic creature,
Gallops with the frozen wind.
Curious, he softly spies
On the marvelous moon.
Like a knight, he fights the dark
Ignoring the shadows.
As darkness spies on him,
The deep forest slowly leaves
As comes the death of Spring.
The white horse ends his quest,
Blowing harmless snow.
Emilio Rossetto
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