The Faelen Wolf
Her free spirit, howling to the moons onto the prairies of wildflowers Away from the fearful woods Where the other wolves scower The hunters, the scavengers Looking to trample the peace from the sky Into the footprints, in the mud She is the Faelen wolf, the free spirit The beautiful belle, The wolf always running in the wind The blue skies, the painful skies in the night hides, the other wolves cry But she follows her own echoes She is the leader of her freedom To drink in the clear water, the purity To wander away from the diseases of the laughter, the bleeding smiles of the fake. Dancing in pirouettes, live free my little wolf My Faelen wolf, the run with the night wolf Not the escape the night to be a predatorial wolf She breathes in the heart of the wildflowers, and lives in an endless ballet. Happy birthday to my Faelen.
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I enjoyed it.
(Read it twice, or was that thrice)
I have to do that with poetry.
Thanks for sharing.
And happy b’day to your daughter.
Great photo too!