The smile and sparkling eyes
Stings like a wild bee
With passion, poisons the soul!
Where’re you?

 Hidden in the jungle
Behind a shadow
Looking and roaming
Searching for identity
In the avenue of the arts?

You’re not from the herds
To dwell in the den.

 Rectify your wings
To fly and soar….
To the edge of the mountain.

Overcoming by stray,
Be a Panorama of the forest.
My Good friend, you are free
Strive to live not to survive.


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