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The Sun As A Golden Fox
Invisible except for their white manes,
The winds high in the sky are ephemeral horses
galloping across the boundless blue.
Like spirited horses on a fox hunt in Britain,
The Westward winds blow as though
In full pursuit of their golden prey.
The sun, like a fox that has evaded its foes,
has gone on ahead.
The winds high in the sky are ephemeral horses
galloping across the boundless blue.
Like spirited horses on a fox hunt in Britain,
The Westward winds blow as though
In full pursuit of their golden prey.
The sun, like a fox that has evaded its foes,
has gone on ahead.
Published 30th May 2015
| Edited 7th Jan 2016
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Anonymous
30th May 2015 8:57pm
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5th Jun 2015 6:17pm
having seen your other stuff, and your offensive messed up opinions and religious crap, ive come to realise that you are in urgent need of psychiatric treatment. i had originally written a positive comment on this particular post, but then remembered the shit you threw at me. i find and have found in life, that people that are so self righteous, paranoid and xenophobic, are fighting demons of their own, and such is their arrogance, they assume everyone else has the same demons as well. you remind me of some of the patients that i cared for when i worked at a psychiatric unit. this is meant to be a poetry and creative writing site for a myriad of types and styles, most of your stuff is hypocritical preaching, and paranoia. get help
Thanks for your intro comment. Yes, i use the sun for several of my poems.Check out my "Universal, Collective Climax" in which the sun is cosmic womanhood.
