Like a lion, she stands fiercely beautiful.
Her mane of hair like rays of sun.
She guards the woods-- I long to enter them.
Something mysterious draws me in.
Maybe it's the birds with their glistening red and black hoods.
I want to tame the lion,
its eyes like deep oceans, full of emotion.
I give it my whole heart and respect,
And finally, I am with the birds, flying
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Like a lion, she stands fiercely beautiful.
Her mane of hair like rays of sun.
She guards the woods-- I long to enter them.
Something mysterious draws me in.
Maybe it's the birds with their glistening red and black hoods.
I want to tame the lion,
its eyes like deep oceans, full of emotion.
I give it my whole heart and respect,
And finally, I am with the birds, flying
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