Rain

His hooves churning up the wet sand,
His eyes wide open,
His spirit broken,
Rain.
He never knew love,
He just had to be the best.
He never had felt the warm sun on his back,
But just the ice cold.
Rain.
The spurs pushed him on,
The gunshots louder,
The warmth fading.
Rain.

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