Head up, neck outstretched
Reaching for the winking star
The horse glides over the snow
And the call is echoed over far
The call of running in the moonlight
Of whispering through the trees
The cry of all the shifting shadows
And galloping with the breeze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely images of riding a horse on a snowy and moonlit night! I like it!