Horses at Twilight by Patrick Burger

O, what do our bodies mean
When our horses stand on the hill,
Their figures etched by the twilight sheen,
Perfect forms of an eternal will?

We sit in the breeze and hold hands:
Our hearts are full, our souls are thrilled;
The divine rises to us and stands:
We kneel and say, “I am filled”.

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