The wolf with the rose
On the snow of diamonds
A wolf walks
His fur shivering like a flower
The trees move slowly
The wolf walks
He comes
Proud like a king
But having the fragility of a rose bud
His eyes shining like stars
He is holding a white rose
Between his teeth
Pure as his heart
Full of hope
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Dreams of beauty
Poetrymy first poetry book, welcome to my universe between travels, memories , where the time has stopped and the dreams can come true Poetrybook is ended , the poems coming are bonus
