Unspoken words between shadows

Runs with the lions is their shadows

Waiting till midday to huddle

Under padded feet

Fearing the consequences
If their edges ripped from the fur

To stop running through 

The horizon’s layers

Seeping into the dirt
Folding into a dream

They open to see

When their legs grow tired

To close again since dreams
Never come true

When you are trodding

To the melting sunset

Running with the lions

 

AvaClaire

VT

18 years old

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