A curious sight awaited me last night as i made my way home from the Inn.A racing moon like a big balloon being chased by its next of kin.As the clouds flew past thick and fast, I glimpsed this one horse race, no nearer or farer the chaser got, trying to get a look at his face.millions of miles separate the runners, but this night this special sight, the race was on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem