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Within the cry of a wolf

Her voice will be heard

Gentle touch of her moccasins

Leaving a trace of slight prints

Which shows that she exists

Breeze of mystic reminisce



Inside her coat of natures bliss

Cascades moonlights kiss

The beautiful hue of her entrance

Is guiding wolves dance

Within symphony of elders flight

By watchers of the sky



And in her visions of the night

She spreads morning light

While dawn embrace her silky skin

Amiable love within

She is the spirit of the light

Gentle whisper of the night



And yet she hears the wolves cry

Supplications of wondering why

Her spirit whispers in the wind

Moccasins leave a vivid print

To touch your heart with concerns

For love that wolves earn.



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