The wolf sniffs the air
With great pleasure.
It is quiet in the moonlight
And it’s rays fall like magic
Upon his thick, silver tipped coat,
Bathing him in a white, radiant
Glow of tranquility.
He revels in his solitude,
Content to be without thought,
Using only his senses to travel
The darkness of the velvet night.
His strength flows through his
Powerful body like a never-ending river.
His courage resides in his soul,
And his heart beats in tune with
All that surrounds him in the dark.
He is mindful of all things moving and
Knows he is one with the universe.
He finds sweet serenity in such solitude.
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Absolutely beautiful.
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I love it, I say it. 🙂
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