Crying, those eyes of sorrow silver;
Shatterproof pace, you stitch the snow.
Waterproof glass, a false hope's image,
Sew the stitches of snow once more.
Hand of fire, the first fit ticket,
Warm your breast, dissolve man's wrong
Within your head, new thoughts to bury,
Now out across, a boy empty.
Teeth tell to think, but more he will brace you.
Bring, come, with curious unity,
Boy and wolf, youthful harmony.
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PoesíaPREVIOUSLY TITLED "WOLF POETRY". Come, indulge in these poems I have written. They come from the heart.
