Hunter tiger


The hunter tiger arrived,
Through window of the moon,
Early tonight.

Secretly, we made love,
His passion, torn my heart apart.

Now, his place is empty next to mine,
But I know he is close by.

For tonight,
I am free to walk and recollect,
The torn apart heart of mine.

It is a full circle,
There is no end to anything round.

© Serena Devi, Feb 2010, Thornhill Canada

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