Humbly he sits
Ever refusing
To accept a cruelty
The world condones.
He gazes outwards,
Pure of soul,
Behind warm eyes
His mind his own.
Even heart torn
Bruised and faltered
Each thought
A selfless melody.
If you meet him
In the forest,
The moment
Cherish ardently.
His subtle light,
A careful kindness
Soothing shimmers
Across his coat.
He seeks not praise
Nor even glory
The only thing he asks
Is hope.
A Golden Fox
Amongst the rabbits,
In whose smile
We find a dream.
He loves with fervor
Acts with passion,
And through his sight
True beauty beams.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 12th, 2025 17:25
- Comment from author about the poem: It's not ready yet. It's stilted and confusing. I'll be making edits over the next few days.
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