i stand beneath-
thy broken arms
which once stretched so lovingly
towards thy father sun.
thy broken branches now do rest-
upon the ground, midst leaves and stones
for thy sister storm came by
and took thine arms and thy branches-
stole thy leaves away
but tis no trouble, i hear thou utter-
for there is always another year to grow.
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
Comments
i love this poem, and all of the imagery! :)
Aww thanks!
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