The gray wolves gather to meet in their usual place
a circle of stone pillars topped with snow,
their shapes almost camouflaged on the icy ground
the pack leader jumps on top on the centre rock
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No matter who you are There will be always be someone who loves you ....and accept for what you are
An interesting poem. It seems kind of haunting, at first, and shows a lot of talent. On a totally separate note... The poetry class did help me and I wish I could go back to it; it had been a free class for women, but now they charge to attend the program it was a part of.
i think the lone wolf is not so alone now. perhaps the end of the poem is right around the corner. let's hope so. who translated this from the original wolfspeak? nice find. thanks for sharing. bri :)