"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well,
poetry is just the ash."
- Leonard Cohen
Time for another poem folks. This is one I wrote a long time ago.
Wondrous jungles lurk beyond.
The first soul arrives on time
and slowly peeks around.
Mr. Tiger had a hearty breakfast.
The second soul comes before dawn
running swiftly, softly.
And as Mr. Tiger gently awakens...
she tames him.
By: Lora (Breakey) Rossi
Rawwwr!! :) I feel more tame now :ReplyDelete