The Night
The lion
I am
to face
whatever
that comes my way
Like the lion
thats not afraid
and the bird
who always wants to fly
I stand
with the face
of many thats formed
and emotions are
dried tears
Looking in the mirror
of bad habits
only makes me
the rebel
from the scorpion stings
poem by Shai Cherry
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