The Lioness Child Me
Immerse under waves
of zealous moonlight
adverse winds nippiness breath;
brings to ponder
ceaseless hope and wonder.
The lioness child me,
echo nostalgia deep feelings
and sensual dreams
though,
ardent constitution
grows dull and in
disassociation.
The lioness child me,
obscure abode
there is no day or night,
no moon or sun
reaching nature's
sweeping meadows.
7/17/2019
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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