Riding down main street on horseback, giving an exclamation
of comfort as I fall into trails of lonely mountains.
Leading into their chambers I will eventually be made at
home with all others who have been abandoned in the throes
of forgotten love.
Believing in words when promises were made and given, standing
the test of times, outliving people who made them in earnest,
long ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem