creative writing


In the distance,
A lamentful tone,
The song of the wolf.
The howl of a spirit all alone.
My heart burns
To be with thee,
To fill the void.
From the sorrows, we flee.
A lonesome heart,
I set off to pursue,
Soon is found.
A roar rips the emptiness through.

Benjamin Eren Robinson
© 1998

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