The earth is hopping, black.
convalescing from sun-shire.
corral recovering, and horses hump.
Something sparkling falls for,
another day in this day, trump.
Who shall have a morning in first day.
to take rumour in a new day cross.
stalement currupt morning.
An angel is comming.
Ladies devoid of deus ex machina.
Bug receives downpour,
along flash humping doubloons.
This must be fara flitted lights.
This must be the glory of christ.
Crawling floury crest cream.
This world is white blubing of feathers.
The bluishy shoes of fara is ours.
Ancient light.
Beautifuly written peice. Strong launguage and a very good read!
Quite an interesting style shown here like the enveloping of words on each line. The language is well done to leave me puzzled even though I know the context.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love this poem, it has a of very deep verses that I find enlightening. thank you! Love and Light