Nowhere I see,
Lion of stone
Or stone of lion.
Stone and lion
Both I see alive.
Both run swiftly
From here to there.
Both eternal
With death natural.
Both love each other
Both dear to sky.
Both keep faith
And walketh
Still liveth.
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When you see a live lion, both you and the lion will run for your lives. Thanks for sharing. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments. Kingsley Egbukole