Skinfakse, you beautiful horse, so happy, vibrant and enchanting. You gallops against the wind, accompanied by the sea’s encouraging roar. You have your own bright time, and your tracks in the wet sand are as real as they thoughts-feelings you cherish while stretching out with morning dew like foam on your muzzle.
The world is waiting patiently, and photons cheers.
The time is for siesta, and only innocent timelessness is.
But thoughts-feelings are ocean waves,
and gives back time, while dancing after the wind’s will,
until the time again is silent, the sea calm,
and the day is gone to bed, while Rimfakse gallops
on the golden carpet, the moon then will roll out for him.
The time is for siesta, and only innocent timelessness is.
But thoughts-feelings are ocean waves,
and gives back time, while dancing after the wind’s will,
until the time again is silent, the sea calm,
and the day is gone to bed, while Rimfakse gallops
on the golden carpet, the moon then will roll out for him.
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