The place was dark.
dark as night.
The place was filthy to.
filthy as night.
But in the center
in this filthy place
hung a horseshoe.
And it was bent,
Twisted and rusted.
Being an old doghouse,
I wondered what meaning
the display held
for my dog.
So, I asked her.
She is keeping her secret.
Gentlemen do not pry
In these matters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Jayl. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks