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The lone wolf increases speed
A scent is on the breeze
His heart, the ancient need.
Pounding in his chest.
A scent is on the breeze
Slipping, sliding on the shale,
Moonlight's briefest glimmers pale.
Up, upward to the crest,
His lithe form challenged by this test....but...
A scent is on the breeze.
His nostrils note it strange..
His path he knows has changed.
A scent is on the breeze.
The perfume of her Lair.
But where......
Southeast.
Wollf has got to learn to edit.........
2 comments:
Oh, she is so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes.
She looks like my Samoyan husky when she was a young pup.
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