I needed a place for my writing so here it is. My poems are all copyrighted.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wolf
Upon the highest mountain rise, The wolf belts out his soulful cries. His lonesome howls spread across the land. Reach even the moon created by God's own hand. He runs swift yet silent through the wood, And reflects an elegance, only a wolf could.
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