I run freely through the damp grass
The smell of your skin fresh as I pass
It isn't the chase that persuades me towards you
Souls entwined, my paws prance without a sound
Two moons are my guide as winds cave
You are near, the scent I shall save
Wolves gather in the distance, whimpering and howling
Scents enhanced, his cry is distinct
Cry not for helplessness, nor of pride
It is of pure joy as a brown wolf leaps to meet my stride
Your eyes held in mine as eternity is divine
We race through the stars howling, lost in time
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Poems of the soul
PoetryThe Freedom Awards 3rd Place!! There are different thoughts swimming in my head that can be hard to voice. I find writing them in a fluent form helps my inner soul.
