Wolves.
They're soothing-but mournful song dedicated to the moon
surrounds me with loving beauty of song. Their way of communicating,
it soars high above the winking stars soaring toward the receiver.
The howl fills the world with it's unique cry, but dawn
arrives to quickly and so, the songs will have to hide-
'till tomorrow.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 6:45 PM UTC
Wolves.
They're soothing-but mournful song dedicated to the moon
surrounds me with loving beauty of song. Their way of communicating,
it soars high above the winking stars soaring toward the receiver.
The howl fills the world with it's unique cry, but dawn
arrives to quickly and so, the songs will have to hide-
'till tomorrow.