He could not be captured. He could not be bought.
His rythm was running, his standing was tought.
And only the poet with wings to his brain,
can mount him and ride him without any reins.

The stallion of heaven. The steed of the skies.
The horse of the singer, Who sings as he flies.

-Eleanor Farjeon-

Thank you to the beautiful and talented make up artist and model @frl_miez & @pixelbock_photography for this awesome one!
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