Nature
26/04/2026
S
ScottNovice Poet
Hollowing Howl
storm is blowin’ hard rain lashes wind sings through the branches a wolf’s lullaby makes for heavy eyes under canvas dream ascends my face is bark and leaves my feet padded pupils separate to become 3 horns burst from my head cycle of death and life circulate in my heart i run in search of You chasing memories old listening to distant howls following an ancient Path calling me home
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