Poetry.
I see the blazing sun setting in the distance
I smell fresh air against my face
I hear the sound of my ponys hooves thundering against the clay
I feel the thrill of the wind on my face as I gallop up the hill
I taste the dust in my face a I gallop across the hill
What is the opposite of dark?
Is it the light shining the leaves of the park?
Because when the light first shines through
That's what makes the day clear and true
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