INSTINCT
Deep into a
magical forest
the leaves are falling
until the morning.
the crickets are chirping,
the birds are singing,
and
the animals
are running wild
like morning glory.
Like the forest growth
the vines entangle
growing wild and free
in any direction..
like the blood
which runs
through our veins
It makes us wild
and sometimes insane
for it releases
the animal
inside of us
since it is just
a part of human nature.
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