They say it takes a pure heart to call to animals, but purest hearts are lonely by nature. You see, when you call to the wolves, it is their mournful call that echos back. Though the sweetest love can come from a cat, it is an ancient tongue they speak, and one we only half glimpse. The beasts of air and sea, of land and between, they can flock to the right sort of people... but more often than not, It's humans forgot, that the purest of heart is lonely people.
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PoetryI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
