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

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