white mare
on a sallow brae
at night fall
between stillness and speed
as pale as a dream
there's nothing to tell
but that she's a
white mare
on a sallow brae
at night fall
and
the mysterious beauty of the image
the frightening beauty of the image
and
the darkened wait
for break of day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem