Nonsense is Becoming


Dawn & Dusk.
Pink & White.
Deers & baby fawns.
An essence so bright.
Their aura glows.
Hunters who kill them.
Don't care to know.
Poaching....that's not right.
They don't see the light
an eternal spirit will invite you to a website.
Despite the animal stalkers sick delight.
The magazines & articles they post is not alright.
A deer's death is unable to reunite.
About pride of slaughter they write.
Living beings a well being right.
Getting butchered to die is a senseless fight.

Evil entities be deflected.
Innocence never neglected.
Loved & respected.
They deserve to be protected.
A sacred birth from mother earth.
Possesses a priceless worth.
Wild life pays an unacceptable price.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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