i counter them
there were about 20 chariots lining up in the sky
leaving eddies of dusts forming like a series of hills
40 horses black and white pull the chariots
all in the silence of the clouds hanging above the golden ricefields
of rizal where i take my morning walk and resting for a while
i gaze at all the slow movements in the horizon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem