Aptitude Of Dreams Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Aptitude Of Dreams



Howling of lonely coyotes sitting safely in my mind,
baying at the moon during midnight hours.
Configuring the aptitude of dreams being dreamt,
listening to the lonely calls of wolves addes to
the sounds of coyotes.
Secure in the soul of my being.

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