Clarice. Poem by Dakota Ellerton
Clarice.
Black sheep, black sheep,
why do you weep?
With your fur as black as night,
I see your eyes glowing bright.
The birds circling up above,
it’s you that I have come to love.
Wrapped in sadness and dismay,
in the withered fields you play.
Tears of sadness I do shed,
for fear that we are both now dead.
For the picture that inspired my poem:
http: //poeticdistortion.tumblr.com/post/7169753410/clarice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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