Knight, in white satin, rode Morning hard. Long.
Lathered clouds, bit flung foamed colors.
Street lights hooved out.
Reined in.
Morning pawed one, two, three...
Night, cloaked, hooded... vanished.
Shadows banished.
Sun was Knight, and Knight was Sun.
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I would like to translate this poem
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