WOLF GIFT it was a Song in my Heart of Winter that broke me to its frozen stillness a Call so pure, so wild i cried into the vacant cold that crystalized my tears my own Loneliness a blanket against the oncoming Darkness surrounding I could not hold this Gift but with my Soul . . . this song from a Wolf echoes even now d o w n the canyon of my sorrow that hears him no more . . .

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