mighty moon has just wink at me
saying softly ' she rules the night'
acacia leaves gently waving to sky
as if hand is making a happy sign
my eyelashes are getting heavy
bonfires keeping predators at bay
i can hear cracking shells; wild dogs
they eat anything that moves; not picky
there are more nocturnal hunters there
it is like battle ground for the fittest
you'll be eaten alive if you're weak
so you should be strong and fearless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can't remember how acacia looks like. it has been decades ago but you still remember... beautiful poem.