Life In Normal Morning Movements
In here, I lion of
toothless in cane,
just eye and
not much anymore...
I peek at life...
Outside, life
Just races,
knocks,
exhausts
kills itself...
the street is urban
jungle
and life a real beast... !
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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