Hunger gnaws at me
My teeth are sharpened
My claws are set
Ready to plunge
But my spirit is weary
My prey imagined
The temptation real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fierce and i can smell beautiful smears of spirit in this write..just dont mess like a normal lion but be like a lion that crown as king of jungle :) hahaha_Unwritten SOul