Mystical Tribe

…And they pulled me, dragged me,
to this cave that looked like a lion’s mouth,
and the road which they dragged me was his tongue.

I was forced to open my eyes,
they showed me the statue of love,
but I declined, I don’t believe in this kind.

Then I was dragged outside,
How kind were they,
only I had to find out that my love-one is gone.

Author's Note

To love someone means to see other than yourself. Something like believing in a mystical statue of love.
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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice poem. I like the message here. Thank you for sharing...:)