The hunter tiger arrived,
Through window of the moon,
Early tonight.
Secretly, we made love,
His passion, torn my heart apart.
Now, his place is empty next to mine,
But I know he is close by.
For tonight,
I am free to walk and recollect,
The torn apart heart of mine.
It is a full circle,
There is no end to anything round.
© Serena Devi, Feb 2010, Thornhill Canada
The Soul Whisperer 
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