Hitching imaginary horses,
wanting to ride into sunsets
full of literate meanings.
Kicking hooves into the dusty
trails, climbing mountains.
Crossing rivers into desert
terrain where life is simple.
Flowsing easily through
years of life, until its ending
sends us all up the river and
into our eternities.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem