The seven white horses,
Went galloping on the terraces.
Each went with such determination
As if armed to the teeth with inspiration.
One signified as if it was brightness or light,
Then the other was a symbol of speed and endless fight.
The third led the path of encouragement,
Fourth was full and basked in confidence.
The fifth horse was a honest runner,
Success showered on the sixth and seventh
Who were the winners.
Each with its talent and trait
Made the race a glorious and victorious event.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enigma on the number seven, good job. Adeline