a crakling noice,
a whistle blows,
goldylock steps in,
with her paper, pen, and beatifull
shadow.
the world is pink,
the world is gray,
goldylock steps in, and writes
down this paint by letters.
she shoots some elephants,
and dodges some poison darts,
then talks to plato, about the
ways of love.
a crakling noice,
a whistle blows,
out walks miss goldylocks,
with her paper, pen, and beatifull
shadow.
it's lovely, and gracious. delicate. and inquiring. all the things i'm not. cept for maybe inquiring - i am that. you do a beautiful tribute. take care, rock on ~ David! lovexsjg aka goldylocks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intersting piece, observation well done.