
The Horse
This horse grazes on the faraway plain
raises its neck and sometimes eats my hay.
I have never seen it, nor have I met it
it’s plain
I imagine it’s I
and my happiness,
its trot echoes aimlessly
in my rich loneliness.

The Horse
This horse grazes on the faraway plain
raises its neck and sometimes eats my hay.
I have never seen it, nor have I met it
it’s plain
I imagine it’s I
and my happiness,
its trot echoes aimlessly
in my rich loneliness.