The Lion Looking For The Layer
He had no chance
But now at last
The battle won,
The hosts have run,
He has some time
To check his pride
And the savannah
He used to happily live in.
His life considered as nirvana
From far aside,
From different lands
That could be called a firedrome
Inhabited by fire beasts,
Compared to the peaceful chores
Of raising family and kids,
Traditions noble of existence
In the hot sun of Yellow Land
Where Wild Life supposed to be eternal
As God’s creation, monument,
A Paradise though in disguise.
The Lion Looking For The Layer
© Copyright: Мария Фил-Бор, 2017
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