THE HUNTERS

Fools and their folly -
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You think to capture a creature of beauty
With your words
Whichs are no more than brute grunts.
You lay your traps for naught.
Elusive is she...
Can you trap the wind within your fist?
Can you keep the sunlight forever?
Can you contain the mighty sea in a pail?
Can you lay claim to what is not yours?
Begone and cease
Your futile feints
They fall on deaf ears
Moon rises
Sun rises
Laughter echoes thru the forrest
And your words return to you empty...