lips curled
teeth bared
golden brown mane
daring to be tamed
by the wise and authorative merman
a crown worn by each
the lion whips her tail
the battle begins
the low tide splashes
as the lion swiftly moves
(10-11-05) 11 p.m.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great mental vision. Now, if I only knew GW62