I pour my heart and soul,
the love that shows in my poem,
the poem about my foal.
The wildness in his eyes sparkled,
the gem couldn't sparkle more,
the whiteness showed in his eyes,
as his eyes were aglow.
The smoothness of his coat,
the silky, satin coal,
beneath my hand lies,
I find ripples of bunched muscles,
that lets it explode.
he gallops through the green pasture,
with a sweet rhythm that follows.
The tenderness of his muzzle,
thin, wet and soft,
as the bud of a rose,
that touches my cheek,
I feel the sun kiss,
clouded with warmth it gave,
though so small,
and weaned.
The coal coloured little foal,
once suckled from my bottle,
but now chomps on the grass of the blue valley,
as I watch the little shetan grow!
This is my love For the little Shetan(Devil).