a lion cup
opens its eyes
finally the
time of womb diesover the course
of its life
its fur and mane
start to thrivemajestically it flows
the wind in its mane
its strength certain
only doubt is veinfor four
deathly deaths
our little lion
becomes a threatonly if
it would tame
its beautiful
and wild manenature in ties
a pony tail
on a lion
rules on portraits
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Talking heart
PuisiTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.