As I walk,
The dusty trails.
I walk the wolfs trails
The rocky road,
Beneath my paws.
The rush of wind,
Through my fur.
I tread and think,
About the ones before me.
Those who walked this road,
The trail, the way.
The way of the Wolf
DU LIEST GERADE
Beside You He Walks
PoesieWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
