Treasure Island

Alan Ingranazzio

(3 May 1966 / Russia, Siberia)

Indian Vow


Oh, sacred howe part of winter!
Whose sinful foot would dar
To step and pollute you? !
When you're shining under
Midday sun, neither bes
Nor bird is touching you,
Sun slowly melts away
Snow on the branches
Of eternal pines for
Not to drop it on your
Earth. I keep your way.
I'm called Wise Wolf and I'm a ledar of my tribe.
They called me so for that my wisdom helped my
Tribe to twig divine of their lauch amity,
Of richtwis life in your holy abode. I
Came for your help. Explain to people's tribe,
That you aren't a place for human entity,
But just a paradise
For humans brave in fight,
And all my tribe'll promise,
That none of us
Will seek for their pite
And death from their hands'll
Never scare us.

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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The sight of such plain inspired me.

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