In my dream I see a beautiful white horse running wild in the farmes Field
And alsi the day was warm and beutiful
But the coor of the sky was orangr and purple early in the morning
by the evening the sky got cloudy and then the rain came down fast
The hirse return back fast tothe stable for the nigt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although many many spelling errors, the poem itself is beautifully worded. The scene you've described creates such a vivid and beautiful picture. Well done!