The wolf will howl at the moon and the toad will always croak.
The leaf will turn and crumble and the wind will sway the flowers.
The sun will rise and the moon will change.
The cat will hiss at the dog and the dog will wag its tail.
This life of mine will end and my eyes will not see.
But the wolf will still howl at the moon and the toads will always croak.
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PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
