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.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
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.
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