Jungle, by Shenekia Sabrina Pinkston

Youthful energy

Angels falling

Grasp the moment before it carries you away

pure and innocent

lost at the touch

stretched to the ends of the earth

The walls are spreading like a shift of an earthquake.

Crumbling down until there is no more

A vast space lies in between this jungle of beauty

Her vines become ancient with lust

So many have swung until their heart desire,
others for the trills of being in.

Her jungle is no longer guarded and the grass at her entrance is trampled.

Flatten from the untamed, no name animals.

What was so delicate and untouched
is raped of its sweet blossoming essences

Her tall strong jungle is nothing but a flat green valley.

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