"Across the Field"- by Bard. (AI/Google)
The open field, surreal,
A dream of number five or maybe nine.
The horses run, their manes afire,
I envision an advanced soul beside me,
As we run free, hand in glove, the figurative.
We laugh and sing, and glide across,
The field, a vast expanse.
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