When foxes eat the last gold grape,
And the last white antelope is killed,
I shall stop fighting and escape
Into a little house I'll build.
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A musical flow of rhyme built in a quatrain of three stanzas. Sylva.
When foxes eat the last gold grape! ! Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing.
Is it that the poetess is attempting to foretell us about what will happen at the end of all destructive activities of human, on the nature, I wonder. Enjoyed reading and Congrats for being the poem of the day.
I enjoyed this lovely poem.