Lurking beast hide in the jungle,
broken branches beat on our face...
Our choice - we will be humble,
his - leaves to us reliable trace.
He grabs his prey with a booming growl.
He laughs very foolish, like a naughty boy.
He loves travellers without the scowl.
All that his claws require is joy.
He opens the doors of the secret shelter,
rovers will reach it by the only way.
If they’re know...We all have the center,
where we always something to say…
Look ahead… Have you ever seen lions,
which you wanted to hug the mane?
Don’t be afraid to break the silence...
Happiness bites without pain.
3.5.2018
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