A lonely cub

hush you poor soul,
the world is not over yet,
clutch your anima to your breast,
you have not completely lost.

a rose amid thorns,
your light lies,
illuminating a path,
a second chance at flight.

you are not alone,
as are bees to a hive,
a family in me,
you shall find.

dry your eyes little one,
the war has come to an end,
rejoice in union,
the cub has found it's pride. 

A lonely cub

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