The Storm
Tabreek, Age 12, Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan
                      In the green field,
A pretty white horse,
As white as cotton,
Wind whistling as,
The horse hurries towards,
The stable,

I hear thump, thump, thump,
As the horse nears me,
While it is raining,

His fur is wet,
But still smooth, soft, and silky,
It runs on the wet grass,
As the rain pours down on us,

I see eyes glaring at me,
Intently,
It neighed,
As it felt shivers down its spine.
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