|The Darkness of My Mind (standard:poetry, 72 words)|
|Author: cryptic||Added: Nov 20 2000||Views/Reads: 2335/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
Every night sky calls a ferocious rhythm, Soaring, speaking wildly, As the wolf howls after the hunt of that gentle beast. She can sleep and be now with savage calm. It is her grizzly nature to prowl and explore, chase fear in this forest harmony, Like an insect bites through a light green flower from some lovely garden; For it will flit thunder from my dreams, as I watch, but do nothing. Tweet
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