I breathe white.
So do spruce
And Moose
And the Alaskan Highway.
We're all a prayer,
A white prayer,
Cool communion with each other,
And white mountains,
And white lynx cat-dancing
On a white evening,
Chasing Halley-comet's tail.
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I would like to translate this poem
wow.. the Alaska Highway.. BC/YU/ALASKA.. what a wonderful land.. Thanks for sharing your well penned write