There must be white farms beyond the edge
of the blue fields by the moon
at night you hear along distant roads
horse hooves
you hear everything then silent delusion
water is suddenly oozing from distant moon fountains
— you suddenly hear water
oozing in the night —
the horses drink hurriedly
and whinny
then they are heard trotting towards the stable again
Portrayal of a serene status of a mental peace. Need to view it in one's own context and it will be felt in the heart. I enjoyed reading the poem.
Nice description... still nature at night! I can imagine it as a painting in my head. Quietness, peace. Good writing and thank you for sharing. Regards, Besa
If we ask the New yorkers, they may say different stories, , not the sounds of hooves, but the sounds of the rocking...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of nonsense..........