the little horse

poem by Hedwig Diestel
translated and recreated by Ruth Salles

blackboard drawing by teacher Patrícia Rosiane

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There goes galloping
my good horse,
forests crossing,
fields, paths.
so beautiful horse
take me to the castle.

But into the night,
go smoothly,
it goes very silent
my good horse,
with silver hooves
glowing in the woods.

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