The earthy fox
in the moist earth curled
and slept so sound
in the under world
that the red, red sun
went on the run
and came that night
on a star ship flight
as a ghostly moon chaser
from racing heart paces
into the darkness
of a stillness
and laced her mind
with fantasy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the colour of red red sun and fox... the way they colour-connect.
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