Beast Has a Heart
Soul is flowing, like a gun
Answering each, every tune,
Captivating every moon
Of my whole existence (Wow!),
Never ceasing anyhow…
Never sure, and never know,
Young and raw I never flow.
I’m galloping like a beast
Roaring, craving for a feast.
Still… What’s wrong? Oh, no… my eyes…
They forgot about the lies.
What’s that glow beneath my fur?
It’s my dreamily howling coeur*.
28.04.2018
*heart
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