As I was walking
Through the wood,
I met a fox
Along the path.
There alone
He humbly stood,
Absorbing all of
Mankind's wrath.
Gazing at me
Smile so pure,
Behind warm eyes
His mind his own,
Reminding me of
Things long past,
A king atop
A shattered throne.
Subtly, his kindness
Glimmered,
Slow across
His golden coat,
Bruised and heart torn
Still he shimmered,
Selflessly,
He did not gloat.
For though his beauty
Shone so brightly,
Amongst the fine
And moonlit trees,
He sought no praise
And still no glory,
His heart containing
Melodies.
Then, as I turned
Retreating softly,
He whispered sweetly
Of his dream;
That fervored love
And true devotion,
Should once again
Through our souls beam.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about a Golden Fox who changed my heart for the better 🥰
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Comments1
This seems soothing as if a child's bedtime story. Nicely written.
You gave me a wonderful idea for how to fix it! Thank you Soren ❤
So glad that so few words may be of help
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