Aug 2012
I am a lone wolf, cursed to roam the rocky hills
A silent brook you are, cool, placid, grace in the move,
My wounded soul gets healed, for a while by your touch,
*Immersion in you is my only redemptive pilgrimage.
A silent brook you are, cool, placid, grace in the move,
My wounded soul gets healed, for a while by your touch,
*Immersion in you is my only redemptive pilgrimage.
