A Force To Be Reckoned With

 

Hearts beating

Pulses rushing

Time around slowing down

Objects around disappearing

 

The sense of exhilaration

Just that of adrenaline

The pounding hooves

Just makes hearts skip

 

Sweat soaked necks

Gleam in the sun

Huge in takes of breath

Cause such speed

 

The desert floor begins to tremble

Amongst the sheer force

Everything the lay’s in their wake

Moves to let the by.

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i imagine some sort of intence classical music with this poem. its so beautiful and amazing. :D great work