a poem from OUT OF AFRICA
By yangok444
@yangok444 (72)
China
December 31, 2006 6:23pm CST
The eagle's shodow runs across the plain,
Towards the distant,nameless,air-blue mountains.
But the shadows of the round young Zebra
Sit close between their delicate hoofs all day,
where they stand immovable,And wait for the evening,wait to stretch out,blue.
Upon a plain,painted brick-red by the sunset,
And to wander to the water hole.
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