If you think of the dark
as a black park
and the moon as a bounced ball,
then there's nothing to be frightened of
at all.
(Except for aliens…)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Carol Ann Duffy, my rival! Congratulations Carol, I admit it, you've done good this time. I surrender, you have one our little bout... just kidding you old fool, you will never defeat me! Perish at my words