Natural High Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Natural High



With wild mane he stands in stature.

A natural pride, absolute in rule.
He swallows all in stare.
All those who procrastinate.
He blends in the mist.
Swift like the breeze.

He no longer wanders around.
Aimlessly striking.
He searches the sky.
Alter in heart

Natural High
Thursday, May 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: inner peace,life,lion,peace,self control,self discovery
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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