The Hedgehog on the fence
Fat and reclusive
Otherwise
Quiet and still
Lover of beauty
Of aesthetics admirer
He waits
The red dusk turn
To brazen redder and
See
The day wane in the waters of the
Seas and Mother Ocean
Thrill
Of beauty treading on
The footsteps of another still
That went before
In order chronological.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem