The Lion And The Lamb Poem by Cabaline xxx

The Lion And The Lamb



Chilly March evening,
The Lion loves the lamb,
A Crocus cannot compare
to the sweetness of
lucky Lamb.
Lions love refreshes
Lamb like a gust of wind.
The Lamb feels like
she could soar,
like a kite through the air.

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