That cloud in the east, do you see it?
It transformed into a red fox
As dawn approaches
It leaps over the horizon
It flies gracefully
The headwind
It draws, splitting its fur, it shines
The author's signature is captured
And an ephemeral work of art that remains silent
Escapes the eyes of this ungrateful
unrequited world!
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Author:
Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
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I like the idea of the sunrise .. being something else ( the fox )
An interesting and nicely expressed writing
Well I am very happy that it has been to your liking, thanks for taking the trouble to read and leave your encouraging comments. Kind regards
Many fleeting moments are missed in this world as we are so wrapped up in ourselves, love the idea of the sun being a fox, gracefully gliding by and looking down on us fools, enjoyed the read
Wow well I am very glad to know that he has connected that way with the attempt of this day, to impregnate some of the beautiful details that life offers us and they are only that seconds of magic. Thank you very much for sharing it and the time to read. Kind regards
You are very welcome
Lovely, artistic, psychological it speaks to anyone who has seen things in the clouds. A lovely write
Hey, if you saw it that way, I'm very happy! A little artistic idea about the sunrise. Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving your words of encouragement. Cheers!
You are most welcome I seldom see the same things in the clouds that others do
Damaso, this feels like catching a wild, fleeting dream in your hands...only to watch it leap away into the morning. The red fox imagery is brilliant, both sly and luminous, and I love how you hold that moment between beauty and impermanence. Well done. A fave from me. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hey, do you really think I'll make it? I left out a lot of details beyond my literary development. I hope it'll happen someday, or maybe not, but it doesn't matter. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. As always, a pleasure. Thanks for your words of encouragement. Best regards!
Damaso, if what you mean by “making it” is writing with a voice that is distinctly yours and moments that stay with the reader...you’re already there, my friend. The rest (publishing, recognition) is more about persistence than perfection. Or so I have been told. I have some poems out and waiting. But yes, I do feel you have what it takes to make it my friend, if you are persistent and the stars align. I, for one, am glad to be here to witness it — your poetic output — in real time. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Here's to the process! 🥂
I completely agree with your perspective. I'm so glad you enjoyed the process!
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