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Lion within
The Many Faces of Spirit Wind
I told the lion in me to quiet down cause it had a loud roar
The environment I was in encouraged me to let it out
But I was not ready to explore
A side of me that had red eyes and was engulfed in flames
Cause I didn’t learn how to tame
And maintain that energy
So I kept quiet as the I let the hyenas pass me around
Letting the fire burn
...Saturday 22nd June 2019 5:45 pm
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