What a super mare.
The finest of the fillies,
Is this a super mare ?
She rides like wind unleashing,
A storm with sunset hair.
The beaches are deserted now,
But here we run and play.
What form within the beauty,
Like a fire on a cloudy day.
The day has been refreshing,
And a long time I remained.
Taking in the finest sights,
But to touch you I'd refrained.
The evening comes a calling,
And I ebb towards a sign.
Riding you on golden sands,
Where your spirit could be mine.
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