a lion cup
opens its eyes
finally the
time of womb dies
over the course
of its life
its fur and mane
start to thrive
majestically it flows
the wind in its mane
its strength certain
only doubt is vein
for four
deathly deaths
our little lion
becomes a threat
only if
it would tame
its beautiful
and wild mane
nature in ties
a pony tail
on a lion
rules on portraits
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PuisiTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
