Enigma

The sky was chimney red and the roof was burning. All around were translucent fences to keep the cattle out of rich. That’s how things are beyond mirrors. I threw mine out, it was too old, line-faced and liar as a pope. Now I watch at beyond the lake. Man lit yakamoz.

Comments

[amel]

Go ahead! Anda! Beautiful rythm.

[Chris]

En tout cas à lire à haute voix c'est très joli...

Par contre si la dernière phrase est une enigme j'ai pas trouvé à quoi ça corresponds [bécasse]

[guido]

bello...

[Kiki]

Wasn't it "threw" you wanted to say? By the way, did you ever try to submit your beautiful work/words/world to English editors? (Through Richard B., maybe?). A way to say the F word to those blind French dweebs...