The Mystic Stallion

Out of the swirling mist
into the valley
came a mystic stallion,
pale as silver,
strong & silent as air,
with its coal mane dancing
in the wind..



Reaching the crystal lake,
the mystic stallion appearing
golden in the sunset light,
stood admiring the dusk;
While I secretly marveled
the reflection of its majesty,
in the clear water of the lake.








Paintings by Mrs Ratna Pochiraju