22 novembre 2009
Pack
I hear the wolves gone long ago
in deep vales they run
their breath a heavy mist
I hear thunder clap
and leaves crackle
in the dead of mornings yet to rise
and the moon gently sway
I hear them circle the hills
and pad through thick blankets of time
my pack have come for me .
Lone Woman
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