TIGER
Tiger yanks and yawn , to yell out loud and tell.
It paws and pawn its golden buck, a capture it had took.
Run and run and run and run.
A mission to get what it wants.
It sucked and drained its stamina out, now limping with helplessness.
It looked around with pinch of hope to sniff about in dreams.
Desire it condemn.
A chase it stole.
A hope escaped.
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Poh and Ems
PoetryMy secret space, my clarity , my treasure chest , my unknown world. Pinch of salt , pinch of tard, pinch of many salts. Welcome to my realm unknown.
