Zywa
The first time
When the child was playing outside
without mum and dad
without anyone, by itself
with a bee and the blow-ball
of a dandelion
there were horses too
further out in the meadow
it said aloud to love:
How many we are!
Looking around in delight
with a deep sigh
without wishing anything
that was not there, the child cried out
with wide arms: Yes!
The horses pricked up their ears
and indeed, love was there:
they felt it in their hooves
they breathed it in, and out
and all their skin began to glow
Excited they looked at each other
Do you feel, do you feel it? she blew
Yes it's wonderful, he whinnied
It is awesome! they all
snorted and stamped
The foals were hopping around them
For them, it was the first time
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