Bear,
Invite me inside,
Where shadows linger,
And truth may hide.
In the cave of quiet,
Where silence lies,
The whispers of answers
On winds arise.
Beyond your den,
The tempest roars—
Fierce winds collide,
And nature wars.
Yet here, in stillness,
The storm won’t find
The quiet wisdom,
The peace of mind.
But Bear,
With rumbling growl, refused,
His gaze as ancient as the trees:
"The winds of fate are yours to face —
Your strength is forged in tempests' grace."
"No shelter here, no place of ease,
The trials outside will set you free."
"But once you stand, the storm will sleep—
And peace, at last, you’ll learn to keep."
By Vladmir Angelblazer, Canada, 2024-10-23
Bear
© Copyright: Владимир Васильевич Хлынинъ, 2024
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