Through the forests
night passes, a silent echo
like a pale blue thread.
When the universe falls asleep
an old man will wake in the blackness
and listen to the galloping of all his days.
On a snow mountain that never was
again for a moment two horsemen meet
and turn without saying a word
each to his own way.
Night swiftly swallows up
two black horses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing.