Kinso Wolf Poems

When a wolf walks through the black of night
He can not use his sight
He will use his heart to find his way
Until approaches the light of day.
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When only life is in your way,
Upon the hard ground you lay,
There is no point to pray,
There's but nothing left to say.
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The old bridge sitting there
Made by our fathers grandfathers
Out of not metal but of logs
Standing in the open through the years
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If only I could see..,
I would be memorized by the beauty of the world
If only I could smell...
I would be engulfed by the scents of nature
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