I howl
The forest answers with it's icy silence
I've given up expectation of an answer
I've lost my pack
No goin' back
My paws hit the forest floor
The pads so sore
My lonely song
Like a ringing gong
A single Flute
Or a simple Lute
Song of my Fathers
Song of Time
Song of death
Song of Rhyme.
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Author:
Sugiura Asuna (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A very real feeling of being in the forest hearing that lonely wolf. Great poem pinecone.
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