A mere horse, you might say
Those that don't know the feeling
Just another of it's day
There must be others just as appealing;
But they can't share my jubilation
My euphoria and emotion
To feel those sensations
Watching poetry in motion;
For these sensations themselves confine
To those that live their lives
Sensing coming greatness and pine
For the moment when it arrives;
And now that moment is here
The last chapter of the fable
The last time she will ever appear
Our last chance to see Enable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem