Poems ✍️
  29.12.2025
  17

Author: Sara Teasdale

Vox Corporis

The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.

The beast to the beast is calling,
They rush through the twilight sweet,
But the soul is a wary hunter,
He will not let them meet.


  Nature Instinct pursuit Tension

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