Deep in the jungle,
Dancing to the hum of the earth.
For I have a quarrel,
About the tiger with a daunting struggle.
Nothing but the thought of a meal,
And yes it would be supple.
Ranting about a broken heart.
Which he gained from a mistake.
Physical healing is all but the start,
For the healing of this beast,
Can only come from the earth.
His ego let him down
Every time that his heart decided
that it was time for kneeling.
Now that it is done,
your mind is rid of this girth.
It is now time,
To give your body back to the earth.
- Author: Markthetabor ( Offline)
- Published: April 29th, 2020 13:24
- Category: Nature
- Views: 15
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