Tibetan Mastif
I see through your naked soul,
like laser beam across spring waters.
thunder-strike my liverless matter,
with sight of thor-like spirit.
I grace the grassy Himalayas,
like emperor in a royal dynasty
And master of my canines,
for I am the Tibetan Mastif.
Copyright © Tutuola Michael | Year Posted 2013
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