
Inside a long yawn
Lurks,
The muted spirit
Of a caged lion.
The scars from his mate,
Go unnoticed by onlookers.
The occasional roar,
A fading instinct.
The next feeding,
Scheduled.
Life perspectives from a wandering mind
Inside a long yawn
Lurks,
The muted spirit
Of a caged lion.
The scars from his mate,
Go unnoticed by onlookers.
The occasional roar,
A fading instinct.
The next feeding,
Scheduled.
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