an antelope watches
lions feeding by the shore
eating a sister, brother, or mother.
it stamps
sips, looks wary
of self reflections and forever
it lets go
stepping away from gore
and sadness that smother
tears. . .
sorrow. . .
passion. . .
. . .life at the waterhole
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Author:
karvelD (
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Comments1
Such a good "picture" ....
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