Life slips through
pores of skin, and eyes
of all needles.
A fawn doesn't know
how to go back home after
losing the track.
Did you ever go
in the den of wild cats to
offer immaculacy?
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A thought provoking poem based on life long experiences gone through penned in the evening of life for giving an outlet to the feelings. Thanks for sharing.10 points.