When
the cool breeze takes your hair
and the ripples sweep through the lake,
Where the dead trees of forgotten valley
emerge like ghosts from the water stretch,
It's fun to paddle in bamboo rafts
to see a small Elephant run behind its mother safe,
I t's thrilling,
if you are there to meet a Leopard in it's den,
To remould yourself. . .
To run away from your destiny. . .
.. .far into the rain forests.....
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