The Legend of the Wind Horses

By: QDT

Digging deep under the ground
A golden nugget can be found.
And if it is left in the sun,
You might see the wild horse run.

It calls to them, and so they come,
And riding the wind are some.
They stop and paw at the gold,
Eatit and music unfolds.

But ’ware the girl who cuts her hair,
For calls to them it does and there,
A different effect may come to pass,
With you to run and with them last.

It calls them to take and eat,
And consequence this holds to date.
You and them will then ascend
To the skies, forever wind.

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