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IN THE JUNGLE…

IN THE JUNGLE…

Under a river tree

His claws are paused by sheer delight,

Though in the jungle

the lions sleep tonight

Their Music blows

thru a mist of fleeting winds…

A starlit sky

rested over the country

when silver shadows comes to mind,

In and out of time

Like a symphony

that reels her sweet soprano

Benign the hime of rhyme

oh how does she seek,

Such a harmonizing reverie

as voices tweak thru tongues of calling angels…

Of royal catness

Inside of her brews oceans of volcanic fires

Her silent feline purrs

betwixt with longings and desires,

How can a cat

ever feel lonely or be alone

How can pride

ever understand the tribe of the pride…

Dior’s intuition,

Who can wake love

when love is rested at the wells?

Beyond the open door

who can embrace the sun,

Who can take love

when the Lion begins to roar?

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