Taurus – K.B

Taurus

 

 

In the wild,
The sun has risen…

The animals
Come out of
The wood….

The light
Of the new
Season
Brought
Some water
To their loins…

As they fight
To find a mate,

The poet
Was on the
Mountain
Watching…

And it seemed
So ridicule
To him

The cold
Wind
Was working
On his face
And the birds
Were laughing…

But in those
Heights,

There are
Clouds too…

And it seemed
To him
That in every
Curve

There was
Sign
From his Lord…

As his heart
Grew tired
Of being lonely

He decided
To go back
In the valley
And at his
Deceit

The villagers
Were throwing
Stones at him

He got wounded
And regretted
The heights

The next morning
He was back up there….

 
K.B

 

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