Stepped outside with the morning light,
From the comfort of home, I took flight.
The air was thick, like a snowy veil,
Mists swirling around, a mystical tale.
I heard voices, strange and unique,
Should I follow, or stay meek?
The call beckoned, a tempting sound,
But would I become prey, lost and found?
In these woods, the lynx does prowl,
Sometimes bears, with a menacing scowl.
But fear is a stranger, I refuse to know,
I'll smile and embrace, for they're my neighbors, so.
For in this wild, untamed domain,
We coexist a harmonious refrain.
Nature's symphony, a delicate blend,
Where fear and friendship find their end.
So I'll venture forth, with courage untamed,
Embracing the unknown, unashamed.
For in this realm, where dangers reside,
I'll thrive and conquer, with a lion's pride.
Mist
© Copyright: Павел Ишанов, 2023
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