you cannot shoot,
skin, or mount
the wildest of beasts;
he looks through
my eyes.
A contest entry
- 15 words / 15 poets by Kiddy.
430 points, ended February 7, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well said... even you can't do anything with him... always it's a big question to answer 'who you are'. The answer can't be a short one... Though we try to figure out what we are we may miss something for sure...
Thanks for entering
Love
Kiddy


