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On Fleeting Wings you
fly
Above the clouds in the big blue sky.
I can hear your hoof beats in my soul
Your nickers, your scent, it comforts me so.
I can picture your
eyes, such a beautiful sight.
Your spiritual aura, your forever-burning light.
I miss you, my friend, my teacher, my sister.
I will never forget you, you were a special creature.
We will meet again
someday in that special place great horses go.
I know because my heart tells me so.
Until that time comes, I can look above,
hear you sing and know your spirit flies free on silver wings.
Written by
Theresa Micheau

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