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A wild mustang, bold and free, Gallops across the endless sea Of golden plains and winds that call, Untamed, unchained, the lord of all. Its hooves strike sparks on rugged stone, A creature born to stand alone, Yet men with ropes and greedy hands Plot exploits, schemes, and cruel demands. They chase, they trap, they break its will, They bend its spirit, make it still— But fire runs deep in veins untamed, And freedom never stays enchained. One night beneath the silver moon, The mustang shatters fate too soon. With one great leap, it breaks away, And leaves behind the hands of prey. For though the world may seek to bind, No exploit chains the untamed mind. The mustang runs where wild hearts go, Where winds are fierce and rivers flow.
A spirited brown horse with a splash of white gallops gracefully across a rugged landscape, its long mane flowing in the wind against a backdrop of dramatic clouds and golden hues.
