Tiger
Life is slow, dawn is slow
But the sunset is already dressed in mourning,
The tiger stands, but the hunter is cunning,
The network on the tiger has already spread.
The tiger was taken to the city by a truck,
I was not afraid, with an arrow, straight ahead.
Only the death of the tiger returned to the mountains,
In the smell of the mountains forever dipped.
I breathe Korean perfume. Tiger
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2023
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