Spirits Shared
The wolf stands, Eyes aglow, Watching me, Eyes turn gold, Where's the fear, I should be feeling, Of this wild beast, Known for it's killing, Yet there is something, That tells me nay, It won't hurt me, If I stay, My ancient totem, Is of wolf kind, My little brother, With ties that bind, Once our spirit, One body did share, Walked the earth, Without a care, Your eyes say come, Run wild with me, Feel the wind, What it is to be free, No my brother, I can't play, Locked in theses chains, The ones I made. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 02:11 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 18 • 0 • 13
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"The wolf stands,..."