Her white horse is
a messed up wedding dress
the prince on top is just a conspirator
dragging along her dream
galloping with her
into a disruptive scheme
and then all of a sudden
he steps down to confront
her habitable admirations
and wants to comfort her
just while the sun shines though
she madly becomes aware
he is just a common human being
and never shared pretences
that is the moment when
she takes that mare apart
and comes back to her senses. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem