Little something I wrote awhile ago there is a craving in all of us for the dangerous, enjoy:
Crown
The tiger dwells in my thoughts.
It's boldness covering desired lost landscapes.
Before my path it crosses majestically. Owning the very ground I stand upon.
How I wanted to reached out and touch it.
Run my fingers across it's stripes and follow it's tail.
Would my touch be welcomed? Perhaps.
Yearned for? I'll never know.
Down in the valley hiding in places I can not enter it remains aloof.
Silent reproof to my very existence.
Yet with out that bite
I would bide my time from a trusted distance to gain such closeness!
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Where does your heart dwell? |
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4-04-2008 |