Wednesday, March 20, 2019

The Wolf & The Moon

I was a wolf

And she my moon

For on moonlit nights

I could never catch her

So I cried every night and I ran underneath her mysteriously lit aural light and then as I ran through the dark; she was my only light for she guarded me and lit my way.

As she looked down on me

like magic.

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