The ground shakes as they run by
Running so fast
You could swear that they fly
They hit the ground with beauty and speed
Taking your breath and feeling serene
Hitting the ground with enormous force
Gaining speed and leaving not a thing but dust
Hoove prints are left and thats all you know
Of watching one of the most spectacular shows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem