Down the wrong pathA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoOn the prowl Through thick, scared grass She peers and waits For witless prey One spritely soul Escapes his group And wanders unsuspectingly Into the jaws of death He should not have slept When words of distant wisdom Warned of grass on other sides - At least hyenas and vultures Now smile. © 2016 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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1 Review Added on December 5, 2016 Last Updated on December 5, 2016 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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