Wayward paths

thicker lines, as thick as you need them to be

I will colour in your life

with metallic fierceness and fire

wrapped in a peacock's feathers - the hide of the tiger

if tigers wore black

and leather


I am yours

are you looking for loyalty

forgo blind obedience and chatter

I only ever roar


But not to worry

within my lines

avalanches are predicted.

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