Convinced that it is alive
Bares its long sabre teeth in protest
A ghost that dreams of blood
Peeping through the windows of life
Possessed by a desire to live
To roam the forests again
Howling at night with no fear
Addressing those who dare listen to a lost soul
The wolf rose out of the paint
Energized by the majestic hand that gave it breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem