The right horsepower morning

That morning at lake was similar to a crimson wallpaper in a childhood book my rich cousins had,

 

I always thought that it's so simple,

horses grazing on a bank ,

their heads hanging low,

submerged in greed of the green,

everything else is just noisy madness.

 

 

All my life I will to go to places that Let loose the horses in my soul. It's a promise to remaining of my borrowed life.

Done