Horse Poem remade

The Brown pastel makes my heart pump, chosen out with responsibility, producing the blueprint of a colt when already it’s there all done, a extraordinary alluring employment ; then shading the colts in brown as strong, infrequently going up the perimeter but often filling up the area after fright or confusion and embracing in the carton, eyes slowly close for something more or less surprising for the azure and finding inmost blue by calamity.