There was a hunter,
who lived for game.
His mind was strong,
but thoughts were lame.
He met a deer,
who changed his life.
She stabbed his heart,
with a hunting knife.
The mighty hunter,
became the prey.
He lost his heart,
in a game he played.
He never thought,
the day would come.
For a mighty hunter,
to be a bum.
To those who hunt,
and do the same.
A deers feelings,
are not a game.
An honest man,
should be sincere.
A deers heart,
to him is dear.
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Author:
Saleh Ben Saleh (Pseudonym) (
Offline)
- Published: July 22nd, 2024 10:54
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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